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Sssstos! Pac! Ogni tanto li rimetto su, i vecchi vinili. Questo all'epoca l'ho consumato, poi di recente ne ho visto la riedizione in CD. La prendo, non la prendo... Per le vecchie registrazioni su cassette il dubbio non esiste, ma per gli lp... Mah! La saga di "Reynard The Fox" apre la prima facciata, ed è subito psichedelia pura su solida MELODIA POP. La batteria è tutta sul canale sinistro, mentre la triste storia della volpe (è inglese, la cacciano) ci viene raccontata in versi e suoni, fino all'esplosione finale. Ptoof! Bill Drummond - un tizio che se non ricordo male stava col buon Julian nella lacrima che esplode - Said qualcosa. Non so bene cosa, ma il pezzo è "Sixties Pop In The Eighties". Perfetto, poi "Laughing Boy" riesplode con flashes barrettiani, e per "Me Singing" ci risiamo con quanto detto per la seconda traccia. Chiude la facciata un'altra perla, "Sunspots", molto sixties nell'andamento con orchestrazione finale.
Pssst! Ttoc! Giriamo il disco - pallazze! col Cd non mi muovo ... - . "The Bloody Assizes", con giro tipo giga che da un momento all'altro credi che in soggiorno ti si materializzino i sette fratelli per le sette sorelle....Che dire, JC era (è) proprio fulminato! "Search Party" dalle parti di "Laughing Boy". Poi il re del caos suona il piano di traverso. "Holy Love" è soave melodia su arrangiamenti articolati, ma mai stucchevoli, e il gioiello su chiude sull'organo chiesastico di "Torpedo", con una ppssssicholitanìa intonata dal nostro. Altri mondi. Musica con la M gotica, ancora oggi come allora nell'84, quando neanche ventenne mi ipnotizzavo con queste onde per la mente - altro che paste! No Contest: cinquequinti!
PS: l'anno dopo uscì un doppio EP con remix di "Sunspots", la filastrocca elettrica "Mik Mak Mok", il trip di "I Went On A Chourney" - e si sente, JC! - e la prima versione di "Land Of Fear", con batteria in più rispetto alla versione che finì poi su "20 Mothers". Altro scrigno di preziosi, aggiunto in bonus al CD. Una sola parola: accattatevillo!
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Reynard the Fox (06:14)
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
And then they leave me bleeding
Family dead, just freaking out bleeding
Stoned in the gutter
Empty of my colour
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Hey in the ice and snow
When the call up sounds to the real in deed
But do you really wanna know
How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?
And they said your time is over
I don't see any gallant calls
I don't see an inch of reflex
'cept to leave me bleeding
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side
Body twitched from side to side
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done
Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run
Away, away, away, away, away
Reynard left and went to Warwickshire, to a mound near a railway line,
with canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up above the countryside
and breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the
north he could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I
played cricket as children. We were only three miles away, probably drinking
tea and talking,
(Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin)
at the same time as he was taking the stanley knife out of
the bag. He pushed the point into his stomach,
(His Father's not a sinner no more)
until the light shone right
through. And then he reached down, and he took the bag.
It's a plastic bag
With plastic handles
And plastic sides
and
and
And
ANd
AND
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE
02 Bill Drummond Said (02:28)
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't win
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help my suffering
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And I sat around my feet,
to teach me how to float
"Get out" she cried,
in the minute she died
He folded up her coat
And the family cried,
go spinning 'cross the sky
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If I sit and pray, my Christmas tree will die
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
And if his life gets out of hand
And if his face turns blue
These things are sent to try us
And what more can we do?
And then he walked around my garden
And sniffed around my coat
And then I looked around to see him
His hands around her throat
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
(Bill Drummond said, Bill Drummond said)
If a falling leaf can't help me
05 Sunspots (05:14)
Sunspots changing glares
Walking ‘round with my very best friend
I’ve got a love song in my head
Strolling ‘round with my very best friend
I look back but I don’t see
Walking round with my very best friend
She looks good--fine to me
I’m in love with my very best friend
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
Sunspots changing gear
Driving ‘round with my very best friend
I gotta love song in my head
Holding on to my very best friend
We look back but I can’t see
Moving on with my very best friend
She looks good--fine to me
I’m in love with my very best friend
Eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
And eeeeyoooo, it goes away
Way, way, way!
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