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Come facciamo il nostro ingresso nello studio clandestino di Psapp aka Carim Clasmann e Galia Durant, ci ritroviamo in un vero e proprio universo parallelo; un universo - seguendo i discorsi di Carim - divertente e miracoloso.
Ci viene ad aprire un'androide donna che, con la sua voce suadente e graffiante al tempo stesso (ci ricorda la Manson dei Garbage) ci accompagna in questa visita ("Hi"). Poi ci fa accomodare sul divano. Nel frattempo viene Carim, che era in un'altra stanza. Si presenta, poi va a mettere un disco sul suo grammofono e torna da noi, sedendosi vicino a Galia. È lei che parla; è lei che inizia a raccontare la loro storia.
Lo fa, misurando le parole; come se ogni frase fosse una sentenza, d'amore o di morte, mentre dal grammofono esce un suono di altri tempi; un jazz d'appartamento; Diana Krall che suona una tastiera Casio ("Hi").
Apprendiamo che la madre di Galia colleziona canzoni di protesta; che il padre ha una conoscenza enciclopedica della musica indiana; mentre Carim ha passato la giovinezza nei bassifondi musicali di Colonia, prima di trasferirsi qui, a Londra. Si sono incontrati attraverso amici comuni, che avevano gli stessi loro gusti musicali: Tom Waits, Cure, Erik Satie, Duke Ellington e, in generale, .
Ci dicono che stiamo ascoltando il loro secondo disco, "The Only Thing I Ever Wanted", che sarà pubblicato dalla Domino Records, ma che è fatto artigianalmente, con quello che avevano in casa; cercando di non fare troppo rumore, per non spaventare i vicini; perchè non chiamino la polizia, che già vuole sfrattarli. Accenna ad un brano, "This Way", un bric-a-brac di suoni misteriosi, che si sgretolano in una canzone primitiva ed ipnotica.
Poi torniamo a parlare di nuovo di loro; della loro storia d'amore, tra giocattoli antichi ("Tricycle") e bambole di porcellana. Ad un certo punto ("Needle and Threat") Carim si mette a battere sul tavolo, sul bracciolo del divano, su quello che trova; mentre Galia accompagna la musica con le parole. Ne risulta un suono simile alle percussioni dei Liars. Ancora una frase da ricordare:
Carim si alza, controlla che il grammofono sia a posto; poi prende dal muro un vecchio strumento, una specie di corno, e comincia a suonarlo. Galia si alza anche lei e, non appena partono gli archi di "New Rubbers", inizia a danzare, accompagnando il ritmo con le dita. Al secondo attacco d'archi, invita anche noi ad alzarci e a ballare. E noi non possiamo resistere, perchè tutto si trasforma: la loro casa diventa um microcosmo magico, dove i giocattoli antichi e le bambole di cera prendono vita.
È come se nella stanza ci fosse racchiuso tutto il mondo. Carim non riesce a fermarsi; prende in mano un portacenere metallico ed inizia a sbatterlo ritmicamente sul tavolo di legno e sulla sua mano. Dopo qualche altro attimo, bellisimo ed eterno, torniamo a sederci e ripartiamo dall'inizio ("Hill of Our Home"). ci dice . Poi, però ci pregano ("Eating Spiders") di non parlare a nessuno del loro lavoro; facendoci capire che vorrebbero rimanesse una cosa tra noi e loro; una cosa tra amici.
Alla fine della serata, ci ritroviamo interdetti in Kings Cross. Ci guardiamo l'un l'altro per capire cosa è successo. Il disco ci è parso qualcosa di tremendamente intrigante; un esempio più unico che raro di electronic pop; un'opera che sfugge ad ogni definizione.
Sforzandoci tramendamente potremmo pensare agli Stereolab di "Dots and Loops". Ci diciamo però che non abbiamo soltanto ascoltato un disco e parlato con gente; ci sembra, in qualche modo, di essere tornati da un'altra dimensione.
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01 Hi (03:54)
Hello
get out the abacus and count this
a funny story with a dark twist
the target's so big that you can't miss me
you're cumpulsive
and every page I turn I want more
I never know the next thing in store
cus you excite me like a locked door does
like a limpet
I wanna take your voice and drink it
there doesn't seem to be a limit
to all the things that I could do
I know how I want it to go
I know how I want it to be
don't make me think before i speak
or make me hold my horses
Hold tight
we saddled up if you can ride right
if you just think it then you'll be fine
fingers crossed that its the right time this time
your a fat swamp
we can visit for a fun romp
I really want to do the high jump
taking a risk with do us all some good
I know how I want it to go
i know how I want it to be
dont make me think before i speak
or make me hold my horses
I've got my eye on the prize (look at their eyes)
my beady eyes are alive (are alive)
although i dont know what comes next
I will not hold my horses
Hello
get out the abacus and count me
a funny feeling say I won't leave
the target's so big that you can't miss me
I know how i want it to go (I want it to go)
I know how i want it to be (I want it too)
don't make me think before I speak
or make me hold my horses
Ive got my eye on the prize (look at their eyes)
my beady eyes are alive (are alive)
and though i dont know what comes next
i will not hold my horses
I know what you thinking
I know how you see me
although it hurts
you're probably right
02 King of You (04:14)
Where's the bone, where's the sack?
Where's these things of mine?
Pack them up, put them out,
Coz there's not much time.
Oh, I didn't know
That you had feelings, too.
Oh, I never thought
That I was king of you.
Where's the shame in my case,
As I've fallen down?
To the drug, to the floor
In an eager pout.
Oh, I didn't know
How alone you'd be.
And I never knew
How much I'd have to need.
04 Needle and Thread (04:19)
You're on your last legs
Don't need me
There is no backup
No cut key
There is no monster
If I lose you
There is no needle & thread
That will mend you (mend you, mend you, mend you)
Don't you break
I will not let you
I'll make sure
They will not get you
Don't you break
I will not let you (I will not let you)
I'll make sure
They will not get you
There is no good pen
To write you down
There is no spare part
No common ground
I can't divide you
Cannot make you stay
There is no simple sum
No other way
Don't you break
I will not let you
I'll make sure
They will not get you
Don't you break
I will not let you (I will not let you)
I'll make sure
They will not get you
Don't you break
I will not let you (I will not let you)
I'll make sure
They will not get you
Don't you break
I will not let you (I will not let you)
I'll make sure
They will not get you
05 New Rubbers (03:41)
Come now, come and mourn me
It's so easy
Now I'm gone
My old bones are growing new bones
All the moments
That you send
I say that I don't need you
Don't come and tell you
What I should
And I'll break all our babies
Before they happen
Before they would
Do not fret 'cos I won't come back
I know my place
And it's not here
Come now, come and mourn me
It's so easy
Now I'm gone
Will I do?
06 Tricycle (02:47)
You know and I know
How we work and how we hope
We get all tied up
You made some magic
You didn’t even try
Fell out of your eye
And I did to
You canda tennon one hand today
My fingers get in the way
I get all tied up
You know and I know
How we work and how we hope
We get all tied up
I drag my feet and drag your style
Don’t want me around
Tie you up
07 Hill of Our Home (05:27)
We've left our homes,
for the dusty road,
though it weighed us down,
to go.
Now, see, burning in the sun,
fire in our bellies.
Today ate us up,
and never chewed.
Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you.
The change that we don't see,
is happening to me
though you are watching.
It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.
We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.
It is green, it is damp,
by the burning lamp,
of the woods, of the hills,
of our homes.
Oh, how I long, for the things I have,
for the burden I don't own.
Do I know, how to please your head
pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back.
the day is long, and the spark won't call
No saw, in the chest.
It is cold, it is dark,
in the big black heart,
of the wood, of the hill,
at our home.
We are all, all but left,
in a wit un-breath.
We are all of the pack,
in the fire.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
Oh you, the husband of the wife,
I know you are watching.
08 The Words (03:36)
Oh
Do you remember
All the seconds
You are awake
Yes
We take a lantern
And we go back
To your place
Oh
I won't abandon
My foolish notion
It's too much fun
Though
You say it's all right
You do not ask me what I've done
Are we
To make an effort
How might I weave it [???]
And count each one
I know
'Cos I can do it
And when I've done it
I will have won
Why
Can't I abandon
I need a random [???]
The wrong idea
I need
To make an edit
I need to change how I appear
I don't doubt
I know you know me
It's about
The words that throw me
Stammer a line
Burn out of change
There's ink on your hands
And a tear on your page
Half-found intentions are met with a frown
The simplest plans can drag you down
I don't doubt
I know you know me
It's about
The words that throw me
I don't doubt
I know you know me
It's about
The words that throw me
Tell me
Why does it matter
If there's no pattern
To what we do
I know
That only logic
When there's magic
Between me and you
All
Of a sudden
Now you are hidden
From my view
How
Do I get you back
And make an old love
New
I don't doubt
I know you know me
It's about
The words that throw me
I don't doubt
I know you know me
It's about
The words that throw me
10 Eating Spiders (04:14)
There's a man in the street
Who tells me that he loves me
God is everywhere
He says he lives above me
I know more about this man
Than i know about you
Further than we go
In what we go through
We are small
We are small people [x4]
There's a day in a month
When I know why we're here
And no one drags us down
When you flip my gear
My mother doesn't love you
Even though she tries
I told her so many things
I forget the lies
We are small
We are small people [x4]
You will take the whole of me [x8]
The whole of me
11 Upstairs (03:47)
Teach me the way
To be humble and good
To be quiet when I should
To be great
I am not what I was
Or what I will be
There is no one guessing for me
There’s a draft like a well
And a warm wet smell
And there is no one to break the fall
It’s so patient and meek
And you mouth never speaks
Of the times when our hopes die
There’s a draft like a well
And a warm wet smell
And there’s no one to break the fall
Teach me the way
To be humble and good
To be quiet when I should
To be great
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