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Arrivati alla terza prova sulla lunga distanza, attuale punta di diamante della Dischord di Ian Mackaye, i washingtoniani Q And Not U centrano il bersaglio anche stavolta. E non che ci fosse da dubitarlo.
Forse attratti anch' essi dal ciclone punk-funk che imperversa di questi tempi, mi piace però considerare la musica del trio di DC come la naturale evoluzione dopo trent'anni di storia di un discorso iniziato da Devo e Talking Heads, dei quali riescono a preservare quel senso di plasticità sonora e quella capacità di realizzare canzoni bollenti e glaciali allo stesso tempo: falsetti degni di un Prince che sposi la causa punk nel 2005 e un cantato con tatuato in fronte "Indie Rock" completano alla perfezione strutture electro-funky dall'alto tasso di ballabilità, sentire l'iniziale "Wonderful people" o ancora "L.a.x.", "Wet work" e la nervosa "X-Polynation"; in altri episodi invece il piglio dance cede il posto a una maggiore complessità compositiva in cui si sente l'influenza degli ex compagni di etichetta El Guapo (Cafarella e Cohen producono il disco), basti sentire le melodie sinteticamente intimiste di "District night prayer" e "Dine", l'ostile e cupa "7 daughters" o anche "Throw back your head", densa di atmosfere bucolico - futuristiche in cui trovano posto anche sottili e fragili linee di flauti.
E poi come non menzionare il pop illuminato delle centrali "Collect the diamonds", "Beautiful beats" e "Book of flags", quest'ultime capaci di trasfigurarsi senza scricchiolio alcuno in pura dance al fulmicotone?
Insomma, probabilmente l'ultimo nato in casa Q And Not U suonerà più solare e diretto rispetto ai predecessori "No Kill No Beep Beep" (2000) e "Different Damage" (2002), e sicuramente più attento a quella moda che ha nei Liars, nei Rapture e in LCD Sounsystem alcuni tra i suoi maggiori rappresentanti, ma altrettanto certo è che Chris, Harris e John, partendo dall'indie e ampliando di volta in volta i confini del proprio universo sonoro, disco dopo disco ci regalano vere e proprie perle di musica, e alla fine è questo ciò che conta.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
03 L.A.X. (02:29)
i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means.
smell the flesh in the air. however i care.
plans and bodies.
new terror, loose graves.
change the code to discreet.
forever that means trace events of the day beyond mind's means.
trained in body.
non territory non days.
face the road to deceit together stain scenes.
erase back drop of concrete unsustained dreams.
holy/unholy.
win terror lose grace.
untrained eye on the street lost and eye on the street.
war drums drumming.
nude terror new days.
i'll take the blame and not the blood.
i'll learn the shame and not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just meat to fill the plans.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and no answers.
get over, get over, get over.
count the numbers not the names.
weigh the corpse but not the faces.
turn our bodies into objects.
just the blood out in the rain.
numbers and the names.
all our blood and all our faces.
left the shit out in the rain.
turned abject hatred into love.
life everlasting, or eternal relationships, or whatever that means and infinite get over, get over, get over.
the war drums drum.
to find the teeth in the street, what does that mean?
untrained eyes on the street ever after.
war drums drumming.
10 X-Polynation (02:47)
Oly, oly, oly, is just a pig opera when you're landing in your helicopter
Your recent making me feel indecent
I've got a tongue in my mouth
I'd like to use it
Bit down mid-seize
You black and bruised it
Back to the wall
Did you even read at all?
I can't read at all
I do, I do
This building swallows my tongue
I cannot say thy will be done for you
Your spine is curving like a question mark
We lost it all when you unleashed infinite passions to roam with no direction under your protection
Push, push, push us from the deepest of wombs
Build another wall through your oval room
Send you down to live in your immortal tomb
Your arms are reaching like a fruitless tree
Imagination? no, x-polynation
The orchard's emptied for you, for blood and sugary juice
Pushed from the deepest of wombs, the fruit is blackened and bruised
The tongues will bleed until you sleep in the deepest of tombs
Do we the pro-cess in our process
Do we the poses in our progress
Your fruits are falling like a gang of bombs
We lost it all when you unleashed infinite rations out
Your fruits are falling and they taste like bombs
Assassination? no, x-polynation
11 Passwords (02:56)
Oftly they push me in the water
Im ringing my clothes out now
I drank the pail down of the water
I run the water from my clothes so clean
Gently shut my eyes
Gently shut my eyes
I filled the pail of the water
I cast the passwords in a perfect scene
And burn all my belongings
Maybe two will complicate my life
Oh this and more
Right before my eyes
The pail in my mouth
My password was a home on fire
Oh this and more
Silently transpired
They push push push me in the water
They push push push me in a perfect scene
Reciting passwords in a fog of perfume
Reciting passwords in the? of perfume tears
They're burning my belongings
They're deleting every word I write
A silky fog of tear gas
Endlessly conspires
I I I never said no
Because my password was a home on fire
This as the perfume teardrops
Vanished from my eyes
12 Book of Flags (02:44)
An iron gate surrounds you stinking like rotting lace
Your flags are waving dishonestly
A pining plaything, so false so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out every sound
Ten generations, ten-thousand nations reditributed like a lost and found
We're keeping our flags at home
We're keeping our flags indoors
We're pulling them from our clothes
We're spending some time alone
"You better not child."
Your flag confessed it's first confession calling out all your guests, calling out all your children
Like it or not, "child."
I knocked your system up
I drank your system down
I'm showing symptoms
I fucked your system
Look, now I'm pregnant with the whole damn town
We wrapped your flag up (they never want to be alone)
We wrapped your flag up tight (they never want to be alone)
We tucked your flag in (there's trouble in the house tonight)
We kissed your flag goodnight
I miss the precious sounds, the tender sounds, the softer sounds
I miss the underground
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