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Agosto 2007. Mi trovo all'aeroporto di Copenhagen, in attesa del volo pomeridiano per Amsterdam, e mentre giro per i numerosi duty free vedo, presso il reparto "stampa straniera", l'ultimo numero del mensile britannico "Uncut". Nonostante sia parecchio scettico verso la critica musicale d'Oltremanica, vedendo in copertina il nome dei Rilo Kiley, che ho parecchio amato ai tempi degli esordi, mi decido a comprare la rivista. Al suo interno vi è un'ampia recensione, il cui titolo è: "Il quartetto indie californiano abbraccia il pop mainstream". "Ahia", penso. Eppure il voto dato al nuovo album, primo per la Warner Bros., sono cinque stelle piene. La mia speranza è dunque quella che Jenny Lewis & Co. siano tornati in qualche modo ai fasti delle origini, ma quando vedo il paragone con i Fleetwood Mac inizio a rabbrividire.
"D'accordo, "Uncut" è diretta da un vecchio hippie ubriacone e canuto che mette in copertina Neil Young quasi ogni mese, non c'è da fidarsi, meglio controllare di persona", rifletto. Considerata la mia antipatia verso le major, a cui non dò un centesimo per scelta, mi affido a Megaupload e presto il disco in questione è tra i files del mio computer. Il mio parere? Beh, onestamente non trovo niente di speciale in questo CD, mi sembra solo il tentativo di entrare nell'Olimpo-Delle-Stelle-Del-Pop e territori limitrofi.
"Breakin' Up" sembra un residuo disco music degli anni Settanta, "Under The Blacklight" è aperta da un loop che poi si trasforma in una ballatona alla Alanis Morrissette, "Dejalo" è addirittura latineggiante, e "Close Call" sembra una probabile hit scalaclassifiche. Soltanto "Smoke Detector", con il suo intreccio di chitarrine mulinanti, salva qualcosa. Lungi da me criticare una indie band solo perché firma per una major, vedi Sonic Youth ed Husker Du che si sono mantenuti a livelli altissimi in passato, o basti pensare agli eccellenti ultimi lavori di Modest Mouse e Death Cab For Cutie in tempi più recenti, ma questo CD, prodotto da Mike Elizondo (50 Cent?! Dr. Dre?!) non è nulla di più che un raffazzonato tentativo di entrare nel mondo ricoperto di bigliettoni verdi di MTV. Ed è un vero peccato, ragazzi. Cercate di riprendervi, nutro ancora qualche speranza.
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02 Close Call (03:20)
She was born on a Brighton pier
To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears
Her good looks coulda sailed a ship
But her will alone coulda sunk it
Funny thing about money for sex
You might get rich
But you die by it
It's gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Tell me now what would you do
Hanging back with the brutes
Hustlin' a pickpocket
That's no way to get rich
It's gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Business woman with good sense
If you live at all, you're gonna die by it
Funny thing about money for sex
You might get rich, but then...
It's gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
Gonna be a close call
06 Dreamworld (04:45)
she was the girl with the string around her neck
hanging with the boy who could only give her less
it could be more if she learned to never expect
and now she's her and him and then a baby next
the wedding bells won't ring, but she could care less,
how you exist, when you're living in a dreamworld.
he grew up drinking milk from the cow, from the farm
and was the trade his father's father's father's father
made him go givin' back to his country
he gave his both knees he's overseas to fight the disease
that's spreading fast over maps and it don't look back,
when you're living in a dreamworld.
it is a lie in science fiction reads
just like a child with its zeroes, ones, and three times
the size of the people who came before
me and you and what we'd do for money
this greed and jealousy turn to need
see, i'm a man with a plan to use my hands
touching yours, you're the girl who wanted more
likely the story has faded from love to lie.
the clover under your feet is shooting stars in the night.
the people under your feet are shooting stars in the night.
the people, all that you meet, they're living in a dreamworld.
07 Dejalo (03:16)
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
I got a mind if you wanna waste it
I got a man if you wanna fake it
I got some wine if you wanna get wasted
I got a place if you wanna...
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go…
I got a tail if you wanna chase it
I got a tongue if you wanna taste it
I got a place on the East Side
I got some time if you wanna...
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Just say so
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
My mama is an atheist
If i stay out late she don't get pissed
I got a place if you wanna go
I got some time if you wanna...
Ready to go
Ready to go
(When you're) ready to go
Just say so
She sleeps on your right side
She gets nailed, I get tied
I sleep on your left side
Hundred ways to keep love alive
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Just say so
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
Dejalo, nuestra cosa
09 Smoke Detector (02:58)
My eyes burn, everybody smokes
My eyes burn, everybody smokes
I smoke too, but not as much as you
I do the smoke detector
There is a girl in a tank top
She is not wearing a bra
She looks so hot on the dance floor
She does the smoke detector
She says, "Danger
"Do the smoke detector"
She says, "Danger
"I'm the smoke detector."
I took a man back to my room
I was smoking him in bed
Yeah, I was smoking in bed
This is what he said
I took a man back to my room
I was smoking in bed
Yeah, I was smoking in bed
This is what he said
I said, "Danger
"Do the smoke detector."
I said, "Danger
"Do the smoke detector."
(Repeat!)
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