Questa schifiltosa operazione meramente e (neanche tanto) subdolamente commerciale (verrebbe, eticamente, da chiedersi cosa realmente non sia/diventi, in ambito musichevole e chiunque ne sia l'autore, "commerciale/abile", una volta record-ato e posto in vendita...) non impedisc(i)e di apprezzare gli inediti quanto ardimentosi und melliflui vocalismi pop-swingeggianti (coverizzanti) contenuti in cotanto merci/massificante leggiadro lavoro; una cospicua pop/rock pletora di (presunti) brani dei "nostri giorni": attuali, perlomeno rispetto a quelli contemporanei all'esecutore e a quelli dei Suoi "vetusti" (non per questo deprecabili, a scanso di equivoci) auscultatori et apprezzatori.
Rigettato alle (misere) ortiche qualche kilotone di naturali segni temporal/fisionomici dovuti all'avanzata etade ed inforcata una splendida nuova dentiera, l'arzillo Paul, adotta una efficace audio-strategia diametralmente opposta/inversamente e cronologicamente proporzionale a quella dell'enfant prodige (si fa per dire...) giovinastro-Bublè (in odor di mediatica glorificazione dovuta a sterile rilettura), a cui di fatto si deve la promulgazione (colpa?) et implicita "sponsorizzazione" sdoganante, in sìffatta macroscopica maniera, di questa audio-rispolverata/rimpatriata del nostro più che vispo crooner (semi)settantenne. Un personaggio che, a Suo tempo (nel bene o nel male) rappresentò, per i Suoi coetanei e circostanti, ciò che oggi potrebbero esemplificare gli autori riciclati/riproposti in questa orchestrata swing-collection; collocata una stabile, corposa quanto sobriamente stratificata e mai fuori dalle righe banda (ben sessantaquattro elementi...) qualsivoglia-instrumento suonante, dietro i propri celeberrimi crooneristici e vitali vocalizzi, Grandfather Paolino, si cimenta nella efficace et agile rilettura di acusticheggianti materiali non propriamente (in origine) swing: tra i frammenti più gradevoli segnalerei l'ultra-svisata "Black Hole Sun" (di Chris Cornel-iana memoria) divenuta (post-Anka trattamento) una sobria traccia ultra sdolcinata, riflessiva e auricolarmente gratificante, altresì "Eye Of The Tiger" (di Rocky-ana cinematografica origine), "The Way You Make Me Feel" (del nero più "auto-slavato" d'America: Mister M. Jackson) o ancora la Bon Jov/esca (aargh!!) "It's My Life", divengono straniante occasione di piacevole (talvolta imbarazzante) spiazzante ausculto. Talune tracc(i)e sì audio-riadattate non appagano/convincono integralmente il vituperato orecchio (segnatamente e forse per manchevolezze qualitative proemiali alla rilettura: "True" di Spandau Ballet/iana-historia, o "Eyes Without A Face" di Mr. Ciuffo-Ribelle Billy Idol) per ardito/forzoso -perlomeno per le umili e scartavetrate sfascievoli capienti orecchie- adattamento.
In conchiusione (di già?) un lavoro tanto superficialmente gratificante e sorprendente (sentire l'attempato Paul che con i suoi "Com'On" fà il verso al David Lee Roth di Van Halen-iana epoca, diverte assai), tanto integralmente "fittizio" (...ma chi se ne importa, arrivarci a quell'età con tale grinta) indi privo di costruttivi artistici contenuti.
Certo, se avesse swing-riletto Devo, NoMeansNo, o (primi) Orbital ci saremmo divertiti, sicuramente, assai di più...
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05 Wonderwall (03:37)
[Originally by Oasis]
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one saves saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after an
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
07 It's a Sin (04:58)
When I look back upon my life
It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin
At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin
Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand
So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to - it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
08 Jump (03:36)
[Originally by Van Halen]
I get up, and nothin' gets me down
You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You got to roll with the punches and get to what's real
Ah, can't ya see me standin' here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't ya see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump. Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead an' jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Ow-oh! Hey, you! Who said that? Baby, how you been?
You say you don't know, you won't know until you begin
So can't ya see me standing here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't ya see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Jump!
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Get it in, jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!
09 Smells Like Teen Spirit (02:42)
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yay! [x3]
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay! [x3]
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Hello, hello, hello, how low? [x3]
Hello, hello, hello!
With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
10 Hello (05:14)
I've been alone with you
Inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips
A thousand times
I sometimes see you
Pass outside my door
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
Because you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again
How much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello!
I've just got to let you know
Because I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
Hello!
Is it me you're looking for?
Becuase I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely?
Or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you
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Che senso ha dunque reinterpretare brani evergreen della Storia del Rock in maniera dissacrante/divertita (swing appunto) se non per un'abile forzatura a fini prettamente economici/commerciali?
Come cazzo si fa a pensare certe parole scritte da uno come Kurt Cobain messe in bocca a uno in frack e papillon, che le canta in un teatro davanti a una pletora di vecchi babbioni impellicciati e ingioiellati che applaudono?!
