• Voto:
Ho sentito questo disco per la prima volta ieri sera e la prima cosa che mi è venuta in mente (dopo un liberatorio "Finalmente un po di rock figo" ripetuto più volte dentro di me) è stata DEVO ASSOLUTAMENTE RECENSIRLO!!!
Il primo motivo che mi ha spinto così ardentemente a buttare giù quattro righe sui Pixies è che fino a 24 ore fa io non sapevo niente di loro (e tutt'ora non ne so niente): quindi, quale miglior modo per essere imparziale?
Il secondo motivo, ben più importante, è che il sound di questa band proveniente dagli anni '80 è una miscela di rock, punk, sperimentazioni sonore, vocali, ritmiche praticamente perfetta, le cui parti si legano a meraviglia.
Ho finalmente capito a chi si ispirano per molte cose i Libertines; in questo disco ci sono canzoni (come "Something Against You") che Doherty e Barat sapranno a memoria.
Dunque, un minimo, quanto basta per non fare una figura del cavolo, mi sono simil-documentato: Surfer Rosa è il primo full-lenght album, che segue la loro prima pubblicazione in assoluto (l'E.P. "Come On Pilgrim" uscito nell'87) e alla produzione c'è Steve Albini(!).
Le strane quantomeno implicite "lyrics" sono accompagnate da taglientissimi riff e un rumore di chitarra elettrica stridente che Kurt Cobain credo ascoltasse prima di addormentarsi la notte.
Più ascolto questo album e più credo che il biondo leader dei Nirvana amasse particolarmente la band di Boston, in maniera quasi maniacale.
"Where Is My Mind" ha in sé, nel fraseggio tra basso e batteria, i germogli del grunge pronto ad esplodere qualche anno più in la e poi è la colonna sonora dell'ultima scena del mitico Fight Club di Fincher!
Non vengono disdegnati agganci più melodici e facili al primo ascolto come qualche duetto tra il cantante e la voce femminile, ma il rock sporco di fondo, con le sue sonorità prese in prestito a volte innegabilmente ai Sex Pistols, rimane e, a quanto pare, oggi è più in voga che mai (vedi nuova ondata di ragazzini dannati che si spartiscono la scena).
"Oh My Golly" ha un ritmo frenetico, è brevissima ed incendiaria, ma mi sembrava di averla già sentita: si, in effetti, però si chiamava "Never Done Nothing Like That Before" pubblicata l’anno scorso dai Supergrass (è troppo simile!).
Non mancano improvvisazioni evidentissime alla chitarra elettrica ("Vamos"), che comunque, nel contesto aumentano ancor più la carica artistica dell'opera, rendendola da una parte un po' meno solida e precisa ma anche dannatamente coinvolgente.
Troppo bello!
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Bone Machine (03:02)
This is a song for Carol
You're into Japanese fast food
And I drop you off with your japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
Oh you're looking like you got some sun
Your blistered lips have got a kiss
The days are lit like everyone
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy preach about kissy kiss
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep, yep, yep!
I make you break
You make me hard
Your Irish skin looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horse's lard
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Your bone's got a little machine
03 Something Against You (01:47)
Here it comes..?
I have something against you
You have something against you
I have something against you??
You have something against me
I have something against you
And I'm gonna use it
I am one happy prick
04 Broken Face (01:30)
i got a broken face, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ooh
i got a broken face
i got a broken face
i got a broken face
i got a broken face
there was this boy who had two children
with his sisters, who were his daughters
who were his favourite lovers
i got no lips, i got no tongue
where there were eyes there's only space
i got no lips, i got no tongue
i got a broken face
i got a broken face
there was this man who smashed his prick to little pieces
in little pieces
and then they drilled holes
and then they put 'em back in there
i got no lips, i got no tongue
where there were eyes there's only space
i got no lips, i got no tongue
i got a broken face
i got a broken face
the little thing who does my laundry speaks no english
but if you saw her you'd say, "isn't she lovely?"
i got no lips, i got no tongue
where there were eyes there's only space
i got no lips, i got no tongue
05 Gigantic (03:54)
and this I know
his teeth as white as snow
what a gas it was to see him
walk her every day
into a shady place
with her lips she said
she said
hey paul, hey paul, hey paul, let's have a ball [3x]
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
lovely legs there are
what a big black mask
what a hunk of love
walk her every day into a shady place
he's like the dark, but I'd want him
hey paul, hey paul, hey paul, let's have a ball [3x]
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
gigantic, gigantic, gigantic
a big big love
06 River Euphrates (02:33)
Ride, ride, ride...
Stuck here out of gas
Out here on the Gaza Strip
From driving in too fast
Let's ride the tire down river Euphrates
Ride, ride, ride...
Dead sea make it float
One sip from the salty wine
Dead sea make you choke
Let's ride the tire down river Euphrates
07 Where Is My Mind? (03:53)
(Ooooh)
Stop!
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, (yeah!) yeah!
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming?
I was swimming in the Caribbean
Animals were hiding behind the rocks
Except for little fish
But they told me east was west, trying to talk to me coy koi
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming?
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah!
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming?
(With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah!)
(Ooooh)
08 Cactus (02:16)
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that i had just something you wore
i put it on when i go lonely
will you take off your dress and send it to me?
i miss your kissin' and i miss your head
and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
run outside in the desert heat
make your dress all wet and send it to me
i miss your soup and i miss your bread
and a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
so spill your breakfast and drip your wine
just wear that dress when you dine
P-I-X-I-E-S
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that i had just something you wore
bloody your hands on a cactus tree
wipe it on your dress and send it to me
sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that i had just something you wore
12 Vamos (04:18)
Estaba pensando sobreviviendo con mi sister en New Jersey
Ella me dijo que es una vida buena allá,
Bien rica bien chevere. Y voy! Puñeta!
We'll keep well-bred
We'll stay well-fed
We'll have all sons
They will be all well-hung
They'll come and play
Their friends will say
Your daddy's rich
Your mamma's a pretty thing
That maid Maria, she's real OK
Vamos a jugar por la playa (x5)
I keep getting friends
Looking like lesbians
If we get bored
We'll move to California
They'll come and play
Their friends will say
Your daddy's rich
Your mamma's a pretty thing
That maid Maria, she's real OK
Vamos a jugar por la playa (x5)
14 Brick Is Red (02:00)
a fish is fast
and jimmy's cast
hang me
a white moon's hot
the other side's not
hang me
it's not time for me to go
it's not time for me to go
my eyes have turned
just the colour of diamonds
just the colour
the frayed colour of ice
my eyes have turned
just the colour of diamonds
just the colour
the frayed colour of ice
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Altre recensioni
Di lexus
Un flash emozionante e capillare l'ascolto di Surfer Rosa dei Pixies.
Black condensa così i suoni chitarristi in un perfetto pastone che in anni successivi sarebbe diventato debitore di gruppi come Nirvana.
Di bizzy
Le 14 tracce costituiscono ognuna un intrigante microcosmo di originalità e conferiscono all'album un'indiscussa omogeneità.
‘Surfer Rosa’ è un'enciclopedia di istinti e sensazioni che si pone sul gradino più alto di una piramide che, senza di loro, avrebbe vacillato.
