Oggi mi aggiravo come quasi sempre nel reparto di Rock Alternativo (come odio questa definizione) di Fnac, e, non trovando come quasi sempre ciò che stavo cercando, e, non essendoci Micky (mio amico e commesso) mi dirigo verso l'Omuncolo onnisciente con gli occhiali e il fare da nerd (ma che nerd non è secondo me). Dopo avermi trovato l'album dei Midlake (che giustamente non era nell'alternativo ma nel Rock TRADIZIONALE) mi fa: "Lo conosci questo album?" e io gli rispondo di no un pò annoiato ma lui mi rintuzza un: "se hai un minuto ascoltalo che ne vale la pena, ho capito che gusti hai e ti potrebbe piacere!" e me lo caccia in mano. Non avendo un cazzo da fare penso perché no. Analizzo e subito noto una cover bellissima (rende di più dal vivo), poi comincio ad ascoltarlo e subito mi sorprendo a battere piedi e cd sulla colonnina, penso che la prima traccia è facile che sia bella, di solito è così, ma la seconda è forse meglio. Alla terza comincio a sospettare che l'omuncolo ci stia azzeccando, la quarta parte lenta e penso eccola qua la traccia debole, invece è una ballata in stile Jane's Addiction, che cresce cresce fino all'esplosione finale, stupenda.
Inutile dilungarsi, sono già alla cassa con i Midlake (che ovviamente consiglio a tutti, è tra i 5 cd dell'anno per me) e sti Morning Runner fantomatici. Torno a casa e penso che è passato forse un lustro da quando ho comprato un cd senza prima scaricarlo, allora ancora più invogliato lo metto in Rolando (il mio MACbook) e lo importo, nel frattempo lo riascolto bene, proprio bello, grande Omuncolo, da oggi ti stimo un pò di più, mi hai fatto scoprire un bel dischetto di buone canzoni di un gruppo esordiente, quel Rock classico inglese che piace a me, spontaneo ma non troppo, elaborato, con tanti strumenti, piano e fiati ma non troppo pomposo, progressivo e urlato ma non emo o che sfocia nel metal, distorto al punto giusto, melodico si ma non smielato.
Navigo e scopro che sono di Reading Inghilterra, poi cerco recensioni e trovo commenti tiepidi, al massimo li definiscono un buon gruppo. Io mi sbilancio e dico che hanno un grande futuro se daranno continuità a questa tecnica, a questa voglia di far belle canzoni senza l'assillo del riscontro, li vorrei vedere dal vivo, devono essere favolosi, ho questa sensazione.
In sintesi non il capolavoro del decennio ma sicuramente 15 euro spesi bene. Proprio vero che avevi capito i miei gusti caro Omuncolo.
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02 Have a Good Time (03:44)
Oh peace and seizing it,
Am i still breathing it?
Oh peace receiving it,
You thought of me when you were bleeding it,
The signs and the sums,
Have left me dumb,
And now I'm just hearing it.
No self respect,
But have a good time,
No self respect.
No self respect,
Yeah, but have a good time,
No self respect.
Oh rest and reaching it,
Is my heart beating it?
Oh rest and teaching it
You thought of me when you were sealing it.
The signs and the sums,
have left me dumb,
And I'm just hearing it.
No self respect,
But have a good time,
No self respect.
No self respect,
Yeah, but have a good time,
No self respect.
You can have a good time,
Yeah that's alright,
But I won't sell my soul.
I won't sell my soul tonight.
No self respect,
But have a good time,
No self respect.
No self respect,
Yeah, but have a good time,
No self respect.
04 Burning Benches (04:07)
Let us make amends, we're not overly good friends, but its not Heaven without you. You can have it all, we'll see Mountains fall, but its not Heaven without you.
Let us make amends, we're not overly good friends, but its not Heaven without you. You can have it all, we'll see Mountains fall, but it's not Heaven without you.
It's the symphony distorting, when were not talking, but its not Heaven, without you.
There's just something different, With the air about you, The signs, the shapes, the numbers, none of them give me a clue You can have it all
and im not Burning Benches cos the ash would make me choke It was me who always spluttered every time we spoke, you can have it all
05 Hold Your Breath (04:00)
You are beautiful,
The man your made of,
And everything that drives you
You try so hard
You try so damn hard
You try and try but you just don't get it right
Hold your breath
Darling
Just hold your breath
Cos you're at peace now
Cos you're at peace now
Your calculator, it is dead,
You just cant add these things in your head,
You try so hard
You try so damn hard
You try and try but you just don't get it right
Hold your breath
Darling
Just hold your breath
Cos you're at peace now
Cos you're at peace now
Cos you're at peace now
Cos you're at peace now
06 Oceans (03:42)
Catch your breath,
Paddle to the shore,
Let the sun set,
She won't see him no more,
Asleep in the archways,
With wise men and tramps,
Thinking about letters, lights and lamps.
If you turn back the clocks,
You'll fall asleep in the oceans.
Catch your breath,
Paddle to the shore,
Let the sun set,
She won't see him no more,
Asleep in the archways,
With wise men and tramps,
Thinking about letters, lights and lamps.
And turn back the clocks,
Before this sleep in the oceans.
But it's gone just for a minute,
And I was away just for a minute,
The stars exploded,
Man you should've seen it.
10 Work (04:02)
Dear Sir, We know what your about, you cannot say, we didn't see it, cos we can see that your slacking, well its another habit that your cracking,
Whats the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove
Im not sure how to stick to the floor, I smashed on to your ceiling, let me sleep awhile cos I cannot stand, break my fingers, hold my hand
What's the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, saying I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me of you.
Dear Sir, quietly slip away, the last leaf fell we all saw it, cos we can see, that you flagging its not just your heels that your dragging,
Whats the movement if you don't move, what have you got left to prove x2
And ill write and ill write but nothing here reminds me of you, You left a postlet on your door, I don't wanna see you no more, But sir I know your lying, This time ill disappear, into my career, cos nothing in here reminds me of you
11 Best for You (03:32)
Some things pull naturally,
A horse and carriage,
But it seems that we can't manage to pull you up.
These things have their own place and day,
Let's see how it works,
Out anyway.
Only the best for you,
Only the best,
Only the best for you's enough for me.
Only the best for you,
Only the best,
Only the best for you's enough for me.
Some things fall naturally,
A dying tree,
But it seems that we can't quite be free.
These things have their own pulse and seed,
Let's see what growing up,
This is gonna need.
Only the best for you,
Only the best,
Only the best for you's enough for me.
Only the best for you,
Only the best,
Only the best for you's enough for me.
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