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Per me è un fatto inusuale parlare di Marc Almond e dei Soft Cell.
Non ho mai prestato attenzioni né sprecato lodi verso la proposta proposta del "dandy" più noto e tormentato della new wave.
Non ho nemmeno ascoltato con attenzione la discografia dell'enigmatico singer e del gruppo da lui presieduto.
Conosco il primo album dei Soft Cell, certo, ma poco altro.
Fortuna ha voluto che, spulciando tra vecchi vinili, ho scovato una copia di questo "This Last Night In Sodom" album che, fin dalla copertina, mi ha incuriosito in senso positivo.
Cosa aspettarmi, allora, dagli autori di "Tainted Love" nella fase più matura di quella che fu la loro carriera? E' bastato mettere il vinile sul piatto, ascoltarlo senza pretese e senza facili entusiasmi per capirlo.
Sono lontani i ritmi "easy" di inizio carriera e le maliziose quanto orecchiabili litanie. Non ci troviamo di fronte ai Throbbing Gristle o a qualche altra diabolica formazione, certo, però è notevole il cambiamento operato da Almond (autore principale dell'opera). Permangono gli elementi "ambigui" e femminei di sempre ma, nella sua integrità, il disco propone quadri di desolazione morbosamente costruiti. Ritmi synth-pop, come prevedibile, accompagnati da testi decisamente negativi e dall'inserimento di voci, rumori e sibilii ben poco armonici.
Qui c'è spazio per la sensualità, per la ricerca (disperata!) del "bello" e per le suggestioni notturne. Non è possibile però trascurare il lato più inquieto e tormentato che il nostro ha voluto affibiare all'ultimo album dell'entità Soft Cell.
Roxy Music e New Order si incontrano in un sound ballabile e semi-industriale. Ma in questo caso, aspetto fondamentale, troverete anche una pesante percentuale di ansia, di perplessità e di smarrimento di fronte a un mondo che non presenta quasi più nulla di avvincente. Tutto cominciava in quel periodo e tutto è ancora lontano dall'esaurirsi!
Il coito ridotto a surrogato dell'esistenza e della comunicazione quotidiana. La cosiddetta perversione concepita come unica via d'uscita da una sistema opprimente, alienante e arido. C'è anche spazio per una riflessione sull'omicidio (ovviamente non in tono apologetico).
Si respira un'aria malsana e non è difficile immaginare "This Last Night In Sodom" come album della maturità e del disincanto.
Ho particolarmente apprezzato brani come "Mr. Self Destruct", "The Best Way To Kill" e "Surrender To A Stranger".
Ma il disco si fa amare per la sua originalità e per la sua drammatica franchezza.
Insomma: FORSE inizierò ad apprezzarli dall'ultimo loro parto!
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Mr. Self Destruct (03:13)
Always the dreamer
But never the dead
You had a rocky road mapped out somewhere in your head
Anyone in your way
Was a spike in your side
With one hand in the wallet
You took them for the ride
Your could look in their eyes
You perfected a lie
Never gave them the chance to question why
If they hit on you
Then you slammed them right back
To hell with the cool
It was up and attack
You should have seen you when you were 18
You were the toughest little f...
I've ever seen
And with each downfall you turned 10 foot tall
The biggest kick in the balls you've ever been
And Dr Diablo's on his rounds again
Looking for blame
And you know that he'll diagnose pain again
Yeah pain again
Narrow the sorrow
Sick of the slick
Of the doors of discovery you had you pick
If they hit on you
Then you hit right back
Never keeping their cool
It was up and attack
Your could look in their eyes
You perfected a lie
Never gave them the chance to question why
If they hit on you
Then you slammed them right back
To hell with the cool
It was up and attack
Whoa you're feeling so torrid today
Life has gone wild
No one blocks out the way
You even look good - so they say
A new lease of life flowed through your body today
(not that looks are all to go by - but anyway)
Shooting the A, Shooting the A, Shooting the A
The stuff is free
And you can now go to town
Building your life up and smashing it down
Building your life up and smashing it down
You couldn't escape from this fact of life
That existing makes you a mess
But every decision or feeling or reason
Causes some sort of mental distress
Your could look in their eyes
You perfected a lie
Never gave them the chance to question why
If they hit on you
Then you slammed them right back
To hell with the cool
It was up and attack
Leave the cool for the fool
Leave the cool for the fool
Leave the cool for the fool
Leave the cool for the fool
Hey hey
You couldn't escape from this fact of life
That existing makes you a mess
But every decision or feeling or reason
Causes some sort of mental distress
Your could look in their eyes
You perfected a lie
Never gave them the chance to question why
If they hit on you
Then you slammed them right back
To hell with the cool
It was up and attack
Hey
Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A)
And smashing it down
Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A)
And smashing it down
Building your life up (shooting the A, shooting the A)
And smashing it down
04 Meet Murder My Angel (04:38)
Come and meet
Another kind of love
Meet another kind of love
Different than the real thing
But just as demanding
And just as demeaning
Treacled in apathy
All worries swept away
By one so simple act of annihilation
And I've not cried like this
And I've not felt this calm
Meet Murder My Angel
You've arrived at the moment
To cross over the threshold
I met another kind of love
Met another kind of love
And I've not felt alive in this way
For a long time
Your pleaser
Annoyer
Destroyer
and Voyeur
Waits alone at the corner
At the back door to paradise
the back door to paradise
You're shaking all over
It's time to cross over the threshold
And there's no way back my angel
There's no way back for an angel
Meet Murder My Angel
You've arrived at the moment
To cross over the threshold
It's such a feeling
Oh such a feeling
Oh it's such a feeling
My Angel...
07 Down in the Subway (02:51)
Rain keeps on falling
Sun refuse to shine
Baby quit your stalling
And say that you are mine
'Cos I've got so many troubles
Oh, I feel like I could cry
Going down in the subway
Jump on the train-tracks and die
Down in the subway
I hide these tears of mine
Down in the subway
I'm gonna cry, cry, cry 'til the end of the line
Cold-hearted baby
You're too mean to smile
Every day is stormy
Oh, you're my evil child
I've got so many troubles
Oh, I feel like I could cry
Going down in the subway
Jump on that train-track and die
Red-blooded baby
You're too tough for me
Well I don't mean maybe
Oh why don't you let me be
'Cos I got so many troubles
Whoa I feel like I could cry
Going down in the subway
Jump on that train-track and die
Jump on that train-track and die
Jump on that train-track and die
Going down in the subway
Jump on that train-track and die
Jump on that train-track and die
09 Soul Inside (04:28)
The wind in my hair
And the black in my eyes
I was holding back tears
As I reeled with surprise
There was no one to phone
I just chewed at the time
I was waving goodbye
To control of my mind
And the beat of my heart
Marks the passing of time
And I just wanna scream to the sky
There are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings
I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside
I go looking for lies
In your play-the-game eyes
But I couldn't find the way out
The where's or the why's
Should I laugh
Should I cry
Should I live
Should I die?
It's a wild celebration of feelings inside
And the beat of my heart
Marks the passing of time
And I just wanna scream to the sky
And there are times when my mind is an explosion of feelings
I'm trying to hold on to the soul inside (x3)
(I've got to hold on to the soul inside)
Inside...
It's a wild celebration
(It's a wild)
It a wild celebration of feelings inside
And it's tearing me...
And it's tearing me up
It's a wild...
It's a wild celebration of feelings inside
It's a wild... it's a wild...
Celebration of feelings inside
And I'm trying to hold on
And I'm trying to hold on
And I'm trying
Hold on....
Feelings.... inside....
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