Rieccome! Ragà sicuramente ce stanno tante recensioni sui Radiohead, ma ne voglio fa una pure io, Ok?
Questa mia recensione verterà su “The Bends”, il miglior disco a mio avviso mai prodotto dai Radiohead. “The Bends” straordinario disco eccezionalmente semplice ed eccezzionalmente rock buono. È un disco che arriva diretto con ballate tra le più belle mai ascoltate. “Fake plastic trees” è il più bel pezzo dei Radiohead che io abbia mai ascoltato! Non ci si stanca mai di ascoltarla, il suo valore è indiscutibile! Il sound del disco non ha ancora subito la svolta elettronica che purtroppo arriverà inesorabile e a io modesto avviso abbasserà il livello della band ed è chiaramente migliore rispetto ai precedenti prodotti . Ma di “The Bends” stiamo parlando e quindi è giusto citare i pezzi di maggior valore per un disco che non esito a definire capolavoro. ”Just” è un pezzo impetuoso, impeto che non ne intacca l’emozionalità, lo definirei un diamante “grezzo” .
“Nice dreams” è sognante e dimostra se mai ce ne fosse bisogno la personalità geniale e contemporaneamente debole di Thom Yorke. Debolezza che traspare anche nella canzone-dialogo “Bullet proof. . i wish i was” . Sfogo e polemica in “ My iron lung” . Il disco conclude il suo spettacolare ed intimista viaggio, con un'altra gemma “Street spirit” canzone che regala emozioni intense e preziose. Una canzone che come ha dichiarato Thom Yorke ”si è scritta da sola”.
Un disco che alterna malinconia, “felicità”, mistero e rabbia. Un disco che a distanza di anni risulta comunque attuale. Capolavoro assoluto!
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01 Planet Telex (04:19)
You can force it but it will not come
You can taste it but it will not form
You can crush it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home
Saying everything is broken
Everyone is broken
You can force it but it will stay stone
You can crush it as dry as a bone
You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it you can break all the rules
But still everything is broken
Everyone is broken
Why can't you forget?
02 The Bends (04:06)
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken.
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen ...
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high.
My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race
Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
03 High and Dry (04:17)
Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever
Don't you boy
Flying on your motorcycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition
Kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror
You're turning into something you are not
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
You just sit there
Wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
When you think you've got the world
All sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you
You will be the one screaming out
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
It's the best thing that you ever had
The best thing that you ever, ever had
It's the best thing that you ever had
The best thing you have had, has gone away
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
04 Fake Plastic Trees (04:50)
A green plastic watering can
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
05 Bones (03:09)
I don't want to be crippled and cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours
When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones
Now I can't climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozac painkillers
When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones
And I used to fly like Peter Pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands
When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones
06 (Nice Dream) (03:53)
They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy
Nice dream, nice dream
Nice dream
I call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her answerphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all
Nice dream, nice dream
Nice dream, nice dream
Nice dream, nice dream
Nice dream
If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough
If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough
[Just as well Just as well Just as well]
Nice dream, nice dream
Nice dream, nice dream
08 My Iron Lung (04:36)
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
09 Bullet Proof..I Wish I Was (03:28)
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Wax me
Mold me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof
Was bullet proof
So pay me money and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof
And bullet proof (repeat)
10 Black Star (04:07)
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am i to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore
I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down
Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
11 Sulk (03:42)
You bite through the big wall, the big wall bites back
You just sit there and sulk, sit there and bawl
You are so pretty when you're on your knees
Disinfected, eager to please
Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change
Each time it comes it eats me alive
I try to behave but it eats me alive
So I declare a holiday
Fall asleep, drift away
Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change
Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change
12 Street Spirit (Fade Out) (04:12)
Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
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Altre recensioni
Di Sallu
Non ci sono canzoni scritte per riempire, tutte hanno una loro logica e una vita indipendente.
Quello che manca a questo cd è il dolore, è tutto un po' troppo bello...solo in Street Spirit si cominciano ad aprire gli occhi.
Di charles
Quando vengono nominati i Radiohead, dopo un secondo netto mi vengono in mente due canzoni: 'Fake Plastic Trees' e 'Street Spirit'.
In questo album è riunita tutta l'essenza del sound che ha caratterizzato i Radiohead.
Di marcmat
High and Dry scivolava per la stanza libera e dolcissima.
Quella notte la passai sveglio con gli occhi sgranati verso il soffitto, la lampada con la sua luce soffusa e Street Spirit nelle orecchie che mi cullava come una nenia.
Di POLO
“The Bends coglie quella tragedia, quel dramma, quel senso di disperazione ambigua che ti tagliuzza e strappa di dosso la pelle.”
“‘The Bends’ è ciò che separa il sorpasso dallo schianto, un momento in cui l’adrenalina dovrebbe incendiare il cuore, e invece arriva un’embolia gassosa poco prima dell’incidente.”
