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"Made Of Bricks", disco di debutto del 2007 di Kate Nash sembrava il diario segreto di una brava ragazza londinese. Un posto in cui sfogare ire, manie, pene di cuore e chi più ne ha più ne metta.
C'era di tutto dentro: parolacce, amore, avventure e tanto altro, ma sempre accompagnate da una freschezza unica, una genuinità molto rara nell'industria discografica contemporanea, che aveva reso la Nash, agli occhi di critica e pubblico, una perla rarissima, una vera rivelazione. E il disco era un vero diamante.
Eppure la Caparezziana legge secondo la quale "il secondo album è sempre il più difficile nella carriera di un artista" non ha fatto eccezione per la neo stellina dell'indie-pop, e due anni interi di lavorazione al disco non sono bastati a regalarci un capitolo altrettanto memorabile.
L'album è un calderone, in cui, a mo' di sfogo schizofrenico, la ventitrenne butta dentro tutto ciò che le piace e prova, non sempre con risultati positivi, a riproporre il tutto nella sua salsa personale.
Se in "I Just Love You More" pare di ascoltare una cover di Courtney Love, e "Take Me To A Higher Plane" potrebbe essere il risultato se unissimo in un brano i Gogol Bordello ed i Vampire Weekend, "Mansion Song" sembra una registrazione di pensieri e cori ad una manifestazione femminista del XXI secolo, "Do-Wha-Doo" (memorabile primo singolo estratto) sembra uscito da un disco delle Pipettes e "Pickpocket" è pura citazione 'ReginaSpektoriana'.
Purtroppo gran parte del disco sembra fatto di brani tirati fuori dal congelatore e scaldati nel fornellino a microonde, si perde l'originalità dell'album precedente, non c'è una traccia che potrebbe raggiungere i picchi di capolavori del brit-pop come "Foundations" e "Skeleton Song", anzi, brani come "Kiss That Grrrl", "Early Christmas Present" e "Later On" suonano colpevolmente come scarti di "Made Of Bricks".
Fortunatamente risollevano la situazione "Don't You Want To Share The Guilt" con il suo simpatico strimpellamento di ukulele in apertura, la già citata "Do-Wha-Doo", formidabile sfogo di gelosia in chiave rockabilly, e le tre tracce acustiche di chiusura, in cui Kate Nash mostra il suo lato più calmo e moderato, che sia ai tasti di un pianoforte, "Pickpocket", o con in mano una chitarra, "You Were So Far Away", vicinissima alla "Anyone Else But You" del film "Juno", e una nuova versione in studio di "I Hate Seagulls", senz'altro miglior brano dell'intero disco, la cui demo era già apparsa su YouTube circa un anno prima dell'uscita del disco sollevando un coro di approvazione da parte dei fans.
Un disco, dunque, deludente se comparato con il debutto, ma buono nel suo piccolo.
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03 Don't You Want to Share the Guilt? (05:06)
Barbecue food is good
You invite me out to eat it
I should...go
But I'm feeling kind of nervous
And not quite myself
So I'm running late on purpose
And I know this won't help
How things have become between us
But if I go you'll give me hell
And that I don't know how to fix it
It's making me unwell
Well...
I arrive at your house
But you've just got up
And you're wearing a towel
And your eyes looked up
I help to dry your body
And I see your cut
So I give you a plaster
And we cover it up
I say have you been crying
And you say "Shut up"
So we sit in the garden
And touch the grass with our hands
The sun is going down now
And it's been ok
You tell me all the things you did
While I was away
And this worries me somewhat
You say you're fine
Listen
Can you hear it?
Does it speak?
Will I feel it?
Will it hurt?
Am I near it?
I don't know
i dont know how more people haven't got mental health problems
thinking is one of the most stressful things i've ever come across
and not being able to articulate what i want to say drives me crazy
i think i should read more book learn some new words
my sister used to read the dictionary i'm gonna to start with that
i'd like to travel i want to see india and the pyramids, a whale and that race with all the bicycles in france
i'm not sure about rivers they scare me
but i love swimming i'm good at it
and when i swim i count the laps and this helps me relax
when i was younger i saw a house burn down and i walked past it everyday for the next six years
derelict black chalky and dangerous i wondered if squatters lived there
im still not sure but i know there were not any parties cause it was a shithole
after a while the council got round to tidying up the town
they decided it was an eye sore so they tore it down
behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word cunt written in giant letters and i walked pass that
i like going to the par i like walking through it
i like taking my dogs there and friends and i like being alone
i like being able to shout but i wish i could be quiet
when i'm quiet people think i'm sad and usually i am
sometimes when i'm at a really noisy train station one of the ones with the big fat trains like kings cross
i feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out because i have something to say
Don't you want to share the guilt?
Don't think just try and sleep
10 Later On (03:36)
That boy behind the curtain was no one that I trusted
I didn't like his face I didn't think he was cute
But I kissed him just to get some information
I used my body and his desperation
We jumped up out of there, yeah we were chased
And I'm telling you that that time was a scary place
But I would do it all again the same yeah, I would do it all again the same
And later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
Later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
I wish that I did not make the decisions
I'll never get back in to that
I ripped my hair out of my package
Cause I felt bad
I let him down
I didn't mean to make him sad
And later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
Later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
And later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
Later on I'll cry my stupid eyes out
Later on I'm crying like a baby
And yeah baby don't get so disappoint
I am not what you anticipated
I am not what you anticipated
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