Che dire di questo album, di quanto tutto giri attorno alla voce di Brain Molko e al suo aspetto un po' junkie e transex.
E questo a noi ragazze basta e piace, misterioso lui e la sua voce. Di quelle che non dimentichi in fretta, che riconosci subito come se fossero gli Smashing, intensa e unica.
Ma come tale può piacere o meno, ripeto, a me fa impazzire, ma probabilmente ai maschietti piace meno. Questione di gusti insomma e... forse di sesso.
Questo cd, il loro primo lavoro, mi ricorda una calda e bellissima estate a Reunion, quando girando in macchina grazie alla loro musica mi impaccavo a guardare l'orizzonte infinito sull'oceano e i paesaggi mozzafiato dell'entroterra, rimanendo semplicemente in silenzio per dimenticare la realtà che ti sta attorno e solo loro nell'autoradio. Il sole scende. Perfetto quindi per passare una serata in compagnia di se stessi e per fuggire per un prezioso attimo dallo stress quotidiano.
Attenzione però, l'effetto placebo può essere anche controproducente e sommergervi di tristezza e desolazione, quindi giù le mani da alcool e altro e cercate solo di danzare ;). Questo in merito agli effetti, rischi e controindicazioni a cui ci si espone con i Placebo.
Dal punto di vista musicale può ingannare la loro origine inglese, poiché mancano gli effetti speciali di sottofondo e le canzoni più hard sono molto veloci e tecniche, sempre grazie alla mano prodigiosa ed alla chitarra di Brian, quest'ultima quasi sempre in volo nei cieli della distorsione.
E l'ottimo risultato finale raggiunto nel complesso da questo lavoro viene garantito da un basso corposo, che spesso e volentieri sembra voler abbandonare la sua funzione di accompagnamento per trainare e dettare i ritmi, e da una batteria puntuale e sofisticata, ma mai pesante o in primo piano.
Ma la bellissima voce rimane il marchio di fabbrica, sexy e bellissima. Un bellissimo disco di esordio.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Come Home (05:09)
Stuck between the do or die,
I feel emaciated.
Hard to breathe I try and try,
I'll get asphyxiated.
Swinging from the tallest height,
with nothing left to hold on to.
Every sky is blue,
but not for me and you.
Come home,
come home,
come home,
come home.
Glass and petrol vodka gin,
it feels like breathing methane.
Throw yourself from skin to skin,
and still it doesn't dull the pain.
Vanish like a lipstick trace,
it always blows me away.
Every cloud is grey,
with dreams of yesterday.
Come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home.
Always goes against the grain,
and I can try and deny it Give a monkey half a brain,
and still he's bound to fry it.
Now the happening scene is dead,
I used to want to be there too.
Every sky is blue,
but not for me and you.
Come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home,
come home.
02 Teenage Angst (02:42)
Shine the headlight,
straight into my eyes.
Like the roadkill,
I'm paralysed.
You see through my disguise
At the drive-in,
double feature,
pull the lever,
break the fever and say your last goodbyes.
Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever ever goes my way One fluid gesture,
like stepping back in time.
Trapped in amber, petrified.
And still not satisfied Airs and social graces,
elocution so divine.
I'll stick to my needle,
and my favourite waste of time,
both spineless and sublime.
Since I was born I started to decay.
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way.
03 Bionic (05:00)
Harder faster,
forever after,
harder faster,
forever after,
harder faster,
forever after,
forever after.
None of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade.
Harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
harder faster, forever after,
forever after.
None of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade,
none of you can make the grade.
04 36 Degrees (03:05)
We were tight,
but it falls apart as silver turns to blue.
Waxing with a candlelight,
and burning just for you.
Allocate your sentiment,
and stick it in a box.
I've never been an extrovert,
but i'm still breathing.
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of),
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of).
With hindsight,
I was more than blind,
lost without a clue.
Thought I was getting carat gold,
and what I got was you.
Stuck inside the circumstances,
lonely at the top.
I've always been an introvert happily bleeding.
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache,
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of),
Someone tried to do me ache (it's what I'm afraid of).
4 7 2 3 9 8 5
I gotta breathe to stay alive,
and 1 4 2 9 7 8
feels like I'm gonna suffocate.
14 16 22
this skin that turns to blister blue.
Shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 degrees,
shoulder toes and knees,
I'm 36 degrees,
shoulders toes and knees,
I'm 36 degrees.
05 Hang On to Your IQ (05:13)
Chinese masseuse, comes between us
talks in haikus, plastic venus.
Got a headrush, in her pocket
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket
Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.
Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88.
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all.
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely
Oh
06 Nancy Boy (03:48)
Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes,lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic, outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful past.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
yeah
Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy,
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds press my button going down
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
yeah
Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple
when our bodies double
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
yeah
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
got the muse in my head she's universal
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
07 I Know (04:44)
I know you love the song but not the singer;
I know you've got me wrapped around your finger;
I know you want the sin without the sinner;
I know, I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know the last in line is always called a bastard;
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know, I know.
I know you cut me loose from contradiction;
I know I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition;
I know it's asking for your benediction;
I know, I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know the last in line is always called a bastard;
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know, I know.
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know the last in line is always called a bastard;
I know the past will catch you up as you run faster;
I know, I know.
08 Bruise Pristine (03:35)
The means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.
?encore? |echoed|
Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
pristine,
serene,
we were born to lose.
09 Lady of the Flowers (04:47)
'Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how's that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.
'Scuse me, I apologize
she's got vacum cleaner eyes
suck you in
she's got magazines, filled with pear pies
'scuse me, I apologize
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
and her hypnotic gaze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.
'Scuse me, I apologize
he likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
he spends the afternoon, between your thighs
how's that for gratitude, I apologize.
It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
her electronic haze.
She wears her tears on her blouse
confused and racked with self-doubt
she stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.
She stole the keys to my house
and then she locked herself out.
She lays me down
she lays me.
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Di Jack Darko
Un album meraviglioso, sempre innovativo e che mai stanca.
Tutti sono capaci di scrivere testi meravigliosi, di comporre musica straordinaria e di far commuovere gli ascoltatori.
