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“Evol” viene pubblicato nel 1986, tra “Bad Moon Rising” e “Sister”, e, a differenza del predecessore, presenta linee melodiche meno ostiche e più orecchiabili (nei limiti che questa parola può assumere nei Sonic Youth). Chiaramente le sfuriate noise nichiliste sono ancora ben presenti nella struttura delle canzoni (“In The Kingdom #19”, “Death To Our Friends”, dove i due chitarristi si sbizzarriscono in dissonanze allucinate), ma ora la musica del quartetto è fortemente contaminata da quella vena psichedelica che già aveva fatto ingresso in “Bad Moon”.
Si vengono a creare così canzoni che dal mio punto di vista sembrano delle ballate psicolabili frutto di una mente malata, nelle quali il noise riveste ancora un ruolo essenziale, ma è situato in una struttura più definita rispetto al passato (senza esagerare, comunque): la splendida “Shadow Of A Doubt” , in cui la voce di Kim Gordon, più affascinante che mai, si staglia su un delicato tappeto di armonici prima di sfociare in un grido disperato ("I swear I didn’ t mean iiiiiiiiit"); “Star Power”, che si fissa subito in testa con quella strana melodia infantile; “Tom Violence” e la sghemba “Green Light”, cantate questa volta da Thurston, sogni di un malato di mente. Per non parlare dell’ angoscia di “Marilyn Moore”. Il disco si chiude con “Madonna, Sean And Me”, meglio conosciuta come “Expressway To Yr Skull”, che ben riassume tutto quello che abbiamo ascoltato nei quarantacinque minuti precedenti: melodia mista a chitarre ipnotiche (a proposito, Lee e Thurston si inventano nuove impensate accordature per ogni canzone), momenti di calma assoluta e crisi isteriche soniche, con un lungo finale di soli riverberi ed echi vari. C’è poi una bonus track, “Bubblegum”, un rock ‘n’ roll sporco e selvaggio.
In conclusione il cd, seppur risenta di qualche problema di produzione vista anche la mediocrità della strumentazione, è un lungo viaggio psichedelico in territori ai tempi sconosciuti e, nonostante gli anni che ormai ha sulle spalle, è ancora molto attuale. Qui ci sono alcune delle migliori canzoni di sempre dei Sonic, e per comprenderne il percorso evolutivo che li ha portati a “Daydream Nation” è un passo obbligato.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Tom Violence (03:05)
[Thurston]
My violence is a dream
a 'real dream'
a skinny arm
a crush on living sin
my violence
is a sleeping head
nodding out to rising bliss
I left home for experience
carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest
my violence is the number
coming out of prayer
find it in the father
find it in a girl
there's a thing in my memory
hoilding on for dear life
with a feeling of secrets
beating up under my flesh
my tongue is tied
I'm sleeping nights awake
Tom violence is a dream
coming out of a girl
02 Shadow of a Doubt (03:34)
Met a stranger on a train
he bumped right into me
I swear I didn't mean it
I swear it wasn't meant to be
must a been a dream
from a thousand years ago
I swear I didn't mean it
I swear it wasn't meant to be
from the bottom of my heart
he was looking all over me
together everafter
he said
"You take me & I'll be you"
"You kill him & I'll kill her"
kiss me
I swear it wasn't meant to be
I swear I didn't mean it
kiss me
kiss me in the shadow of
kiss me in the shadow of a doubt
kiss me
kiss me in the shadow
kiss me in the shadow of a doubt
it's just a dream
it's just a dream i had
nononoooooh
swear it's just a dream
just a dream
dream i've had
no
no
no
no
take me to it
take me to her
maybe
maybe it's just a dream
it's a dream
it's just a
just a
no
met a stranger on a train
bumped right into me
swear i didn't mean it
swear it wasn't meant to be
must've been a dream
from a thousand years ago
kiss me
kiss me in the shadow of a doubt
kiss me
03 Star Power (04:49)
[Kim]
Spinning dreams with angel wings
torn blue jeans + a foolish grin
burning down in the night
so cool + so right
starpower starpower starpower
over me
she knows how to make love to me
she knows how to make love
close my eyes and think of you
everything turns black to blue
starpower starpower starpower
over me
burning down in the night
supercool it's alright
she knows how to make love to me
she knows how to make love
close my mind when i think of you
everything turns black to blue
starpower starpower starpower
over me
04 In the Kingdom #19 (03:25)
They were
Aaaah
he did what he had to do
he asked no questions
he had few conversations
the tar glistens in the noon heat
he tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments
mirage on the highway
ghosts in the tunnel
the dark cave
out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
every bolt rumbling
glistening highway mirage groans
the slick surface
careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard
rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for
400 yards
over and over
with one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
wheeehah
the beautiful paintjob hopelessly marred
smoke and flames
allright
so nice
he moved to the small creature
screeching whistles of steam blowing off
on it's back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic
the door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to
the pavement
the car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling
to die
the man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
is also unwilling to die
suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway
but what? what can i do?
i cannot move, everything is about broken
blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas
what's moving, must turn my head
pain, white light, blinded
some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light
all my strength to 'heeeeeelp'
screaming now help me please
he tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck
onto his grimy coatsleeve
coughing blood
what's happen?
he's he's inching towards truth
he strode of into the woods with the animal
it still lived
he didn't glance back at all
still out ghosting the road
death on the highway
words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven
i cannot move
i'm beneath the great weight
i cannot see
my eyes are blinded
i am in the darkness
that's it
{very low in the mix}
in panic i forget it
in despair i need it
in my mind i save it
in death i have it
{then a bit louder}
in panic i forget it
in despair i need it
i shouldn't laugh
hah hah hah
yeah really
oh
in panic i forget it
in despair i need it
in my mind i save it
in death i have it
[Thurston?]
never gave a damn about the meterman
i was the man who had to read the meters, man
05 Green Light (03:46)
I kneel before the green light
of her singing crayon eyes
and then I kiss her stomach
and it's then I realize:
her light is the night
I'm not blind, I believe in you
I see a green light
I see a green light
I see a green light
08 Marilyn Moore (04:04)
Sound asleep till right until day
frustrated desire turns you away
and turns you insane
over and over
you get to a point
to make it disappear
and you're always believing
and believing in fear
over and over
and over and over
and over and over
Marilyn Moore
it's always a headache the size of a tour truck
she's full of disorders, depends what you're used to
she's talking of tranches of truncheons in battle
of bruises from bottles that never get better
bad baby bitching she screams at the door
hammer in hand & her head to the floor
Marilyn Moore
09 Expressway to Yr. Skull (07:19)
We're gonna kill the California girls we're gonna fire the exploding load in the milkmaid maiden head we're gonna find the meaning of feeling good and we're gonna stay there as long as we think we should mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull
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