La 100ma finestra è andata in 1000 pezzi. E non solo lei.

Eccomi di fronte a un'ennesima mezza sòla, parlo per me ovviamente, che è questa 100ma finestra, ennesimo album tanto atteso del "gruppo" che dette alla luce solo pochi anni prima quell'autentico capolavoro che considero "Mezzanine". Tutti allora a chiedersi: cosa avrebbero fatto i nostri "dopo" Mezzanine? Quali altri orizzonti avrebbero spalancato? Ebbene signori, a mio avviso questo album ha deluso non poco le aspettative. Il disco si sviluppa su linee trip-hop abbastanza deja-vu senza apportare la minima novità in termini sonori, di arrangiamento o strutturali, ma appiattendosi su schemi più che collaudati (vedi "Future Proof" o la seconda "What Your Soul Sing" ma potremmo andare avanti per altre 5/6 canzoni): Per carità, siamo sempre a livelli altissimi in termini di classe e ricercatezza nei suoni però... però NULLA che mi faccia accapponare la pelle, NULLA che mi faccia sobbalzare sulla sedia, NULLA che si avvicini minimamente al lavoro precedente: tutto lineare, tutto mediamente tranquillo e, ripeto, già collaudato (certo che la voce del leader in certi pezzi, come "Everywhen" o quello della S.Connors in "A Prayer For England" mettono sempre un minimo di brividi ma è sempre pochissima roba). Come se mancasse fondamentalmente un certo malessere di fondo, una certa tensione emotiva che gli altri lavori erano riusciti a trasmettere.

Insomma, sembra un disco più di maniera dove i nostri citano e ricalcano se stessi in una formula che, fin'ora, ha portato loro un successo senza precedenti, ma che ora, con questo album, rischiano di andare dritti nella consolle di qualche DJ da "Afterhour" o peggio ancora, come sottofondo di qualche discoteca trendajola dalle 11 all'una di notte, prima che le sale si riempiano davvero. Certo, il disco successivo "Danny The Dog", sarà decisamente migliore ma il sospetto è che i nostri Massive difficilmente riusciranno a stupirci ancora e che sia iniziata la lenta e inesorabile parabola discendente (vedi i PRODIGY o FAT BOY SLIM).
La speranza è l'ultima a morire, ma si sà... prima o poi toccherà anche a lei.
P.S. Alla speranza dò 4, al disco 2... la media è dunque 3.

Elenco tracce testi samples e video

01   Future Proof (05:38)

3D :

Borderline cases
Reinforced glass
Absent friends
Passport photos
An elastic past
Empty pocket
They think it is all...
They think it's soul
All wrapped up on a swollen lip
He draws the warm pipe.

Chemicals
Chemicals captured in winter's grip
Turn us on

Seperate the leper
Hungry ghosts
Hungry ghosts
Another imprint
In borrowed clothes
We can be numb
We can be numb
Passing through

Blow blow blow blow

Borderline case
Future proof
Real thin air
Real thin air
Real thin air

02   What Your Soul Sings (06:38)

Don't be afraid
Open your mouth to say
Say what your soul sings to you

Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to
Lovingly rearrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Will mean no harm to you
And so make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you

And when you do
You'll find the one you love is you
You'll find you
Love you

Don't be ashamed no
To open your heart and pray
Say what your soul sings to you

So no longer pretend
That you can't feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
And ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It's your most precious king
If only you could hear

And when you do
You'll find the one you need is you
You'll find you
Love you

03   Everywhen (07:39)

[Horace Andy:]
My love
Your love
Incantations
Struck stars
Like tears fall
The sequence ends

Downtime
Godspeed
Everywhen
We concede
The sequence ends
And begins

Everything
You think you know
Everything
You think you know
You think you know

Blood ties
Blood ties
The sequence ends

04   Special Cases (05:09)

Don't tell your man what he don't do right
Nor tell him all the things that make you cry
But check yourself for your own sake
And don't be making out like it's all his

Take a look around the world
You see such bad things happening
There are many good men
Ask yourself is he one of them

The deadliest of sin is pride
Make you feel like you're always right
But they're always two sides
It takes two to make love, two to make a life

Take a look around the world
You see such mad things happening
There are few good men
Thank your lucky star that he's one of them

05   Butterfly Caught (07:34)

Weightless falls honeysuckle
Strangers (strange this)
Lights from pages
Paper thin thing

Protected by the naked eye
Pearly sunrise

Nearly worn
Kneeling like a supplicant
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me
Darkened skin
Afraid to see
Radiate
Open lips
Keep smiling for me

Weightless cool honeysuckle
Fair skin freckles
Uncut teeth
Tranquil eyes
Bite my lips
Bite my lips
Shhh

Under your feet

06   A Prayer for England (05:48)

In the name of
And by the power of
The holy spirit
May we invoke your
Intercession for
The children of england
Some of whom have seen
Murder so obscene
Some of whom have been taken

Let not another child be slain
Let not another search be made in vain

Jah forgive us
For forgetting
Jah help us
We need more loving
See the teachers
Are representing you
So badly
That not many can see you

Let not another child be slain
Let not another search be made in vain

Jah calls the ones who's
Beliefs kill children to
Feel the love of you and be healed
And may we all cry too
For representing you
So badly so badly

Jah forgive us
For forgetting
Oh Jah help us
To be forgiving
The teachers are representing you
So badly that not many can see you

Let not another search be made in vain
Let not another child be slain

07   Small Time Shot Away (07:59)

08   Name Taken (07:49)

Hallways
I see
Always
Icy

Open rooms
Contra-zooms

Pictures may
Faces may
Fade away
Fade away

Brothers then
Get close to them
Step outside
Gunmetal sky
Peel away

Children play
Fade away
Where's the scars
Fade away
Fade away ...

09   Antistar (19:38)

can you lick my wounds please
can you make it numb
kill the pain like cortisone

grant me intimacy
how we'll split your chromazones

yeah...more sweet narcossis.. (repeat)
(meanwhile) i turn a stone i'll find u...

i turn a stone...i'll find you there...
into reflected light i'll stare
u blind me with flashbulbs
and puzzle me with syllables

back to sleep (repeat)
yeah...more sweet narcossis...
i turn a stone i'll find u...

(-instrumental-)

my heads between my knees again
got the needle set to zero
u can shoot me hurricanes
don't spare me of details

yeah...more sweet narcossis... (repeat)
(meanwhile) iconography

iconography
fucks with me
u look great
in bloodstains

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