"Looking for a ride to your secret location, where the kids are settin' up a free-speed nation, for you..."
"Daydream Nation" è un capolavoro. Senza mezzi termini. Uscito nel 1988, rappresenta la definitiva maturazione della Gioventù Sonica, un ulteriore affinamento del loro stile dopo dischi bellissimi come "EVOL" e "Sister", un progressivo adattamento dello sperimentalismo no-wave alla forma canzone, senza rinnegare, però, la rivoluzione sonora di cui i Sonic Youth sono da sempre portatori. 12 tracce magnifiche, incastrate una dietro l'altra senza tregua, tra art punk, noise, garage, psichedelia, un mosaico perfetto che i Sonic Youth non ripeteranno più nella loro discografia: l'alchimia qui presente, infatti, ha qualcosa in più, quell'elemento inspiegabile tipico dei capolavori, e anche se a "Daydream Nation" seguiranno dischi ottimi, a volte grandiosi ("Dirty", "Washing Machine", "A Thousand Leaves", la moderna trilogia newyorkese che ha aperto il nuovo millennio), resterà questa la pietra miliare della loro sterminata produzione musicale.
Come non abbandonarsi totalmente, dunque, al ribellismo antireaganiano di "Teenage Riot", alla velocità supersonica di "Silver Rocket", a manifesti generazionali come "Eric's Strip" ed "Hey Joni" cantati dall'immenso Lee Ranaldo, per poi giungere al totale annientamento di "Trilogy", il vero capolavoro del disco, strutturato in tre parti ("The Wonder", "Hyperstation", Eliminator Jr."), dove le chitarre e le voci diventano gradualmente più angosciose, fino alla disperata conclusione hardcore gridata da Kim Gordon (l'ho vista ballare dal vivo "Drunken Butterfly" ed ero come ipnotizzato...). Un disco stupendo, quindi, "Daydream Nation", da avere e custodire gelosamente, uno spartiacque nella storia del rock e della musica al pari dei grandi album degli anni '60 e '70, un gioiello senza tempo che tutti dovrebbero possedere o almeno conoscere, dato che, se di noise ed indie rock oggi si può parlare, lo si deve senza dubbio a questi signori di New York.
E ditemi se è poco...
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01 Teen Age Riot (06:56)
You're it.
No, you're it.
Yeah, you're really it.
You're it.
No, I mean it, you're it.
Say it, don't spray it.
Spirit desire, face me.
Spirit desire, don't displace me.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Miss me, don't dismiss me.
Spirit desire, spirit desire.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, spirit desire.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather,
And what's a man to do but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper,
Who can open up a map and see between one and two.
Time to get it before you let it get to you.
Here he comes now -- stick to your guns and let him through.
Everybody's coming from the winter vacation,
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you.
You come running in on platform shoes,
With Marshall stacks to at least just give us a clue.
Ah, here it comes, I know it's someone I knew.
Teenage riot in a public station,
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you.
Now I see it,
I think I'll leave it out of the way.
Now I come near you,
And it's not clear why you fade away.
Looking for a ride to your secret location,
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation for you.
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rocking,
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now.
It better work out,
I hope it works out my way.
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head,
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now.
You better look it, we're gonna shake it up to him.
He acts the hero, we paint a zero on his hand
We know it's down,
We know it's bound too loose.
Everybody's sound is round it,
Everybody wants to be proud to choose.
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather,
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze.
It's time to go round, a one man showdown -- teach us how to fail.
We're off the streets now, and back on the road on the riot trail.
02 Silver Rocket (03:46)
Snake in it
jack into the wall
TV amp on fire
blowin' in the hall
gun yr. sled
close yr. peeping toms
turbo organizer
crankin' on the knob
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
hit the power
psycho helmets on
you got to splice yr. halo
take it to a moon
nymphoid clamor
fuelling up the hammer
you got to fake out the robot
and pulse up the zoom
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
can't forget the flashing
can't forget the smashing
the sending and the bending
the ampisphere re-entry
You gotta have the time
Got a letter in your mind
Gotta heart injection
That you got yourself a line
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
03 The Sprawl (07:39)
To the extent that I wear skirts
and cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell
does this sound simple?
Fuck you! Are you for sale?
Does 'Fuck you' sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on
but he was candy all over
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
I grew up in a shotgun row
sliding down the hill
out front were the big machines
steel and rusty now I guess
outback was the river
and that big sign down the road
that's where it all started
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, more, more, more
06 Total Trash (07:30)
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
It's never the same
It's more than a game
Can't take it away
Can't kill all the shame
It's a guilty man
That increased the crack
It's total trash
Sack 'em on the back
With a heavy rock
There he goes again
Magic monkey friend
Can I love the time
That he seems to spend
With all the kids in town
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
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Altre recensioni
Di rob
La massa lavica ammalia ma devasta.
Quella cera è indomabile. Eterno splendore dona a loro, oh Signore...
Di markocc
A volte il rumore è la miglior musica che un uomo possa ascoltare.
Daydream Nation è un folle e terrorizzante grido, inquietante ma meraviglioso, una droga.
Di maryg
«Ogni parola pronunciata in merito a 'Daydream Nation' non va sicuramente sprecata, giacché quest'album non finirà mai di sorprendere il pubblico.»
«Ci sono momenti, rari in ogni disco, dove le ricerche selvagge dei chitarristi collidono in ciò che può essere definito come una 'radiazione'.»
Di gianmarcolodi
"'Teenage Riot' per me era un modo di essere, un monito, non ero e non avrei accettato di restar quieto."
"Daydream Nation è il primo vero incontro del rumore con la melodia, così come io avevo il primo incontro tra l’amore spirituale e l’amore fisico."
Di Dan Erre
«I don’t wanna die, guys» – Thurston Moore nel ricordo del 1998.
«Nei Sonic, lo sfondamento della soglia del rumore determinava l’approdo a un nuovo gradino espressivo, non l’esibizione d’una confusa rabbia iconoclasta.»
