Per la serie..."le so tutte!"
Questo è un disco che sfido qualcuno a conoscere. Mi ricordo che sentii il singolo alla radio, e non sapendo di chi cappero fosse quel brano geniale, mi ritrovai a canticchiarlo davanti a un commesso di un negozio di dischi. "Cavolo, ma è Stakka Bo", mi rispose il super esperto. "Stakka chi?". Insomma, il classico acquisto a scatola chiusa.
E mi ritrovai sul CD un dischetto niente male, di questo svedese sconosciuto (almeno a me), che sapeva mischiare elettronica di ogni genere: hip hop, D&Bass, lounge di pregevole fattura.
Disco godibilissimo dall'inizio alla fine, una vera e propria scoperta. Tastiere a profusione suonate con garbo, ritmi e loops di batteria scelti con maestria. E questo "biondino" che tra l'altro non canta nemmeno male.
Consiglio agli "scaricatori" di MP3 di scovare brani quali "Drip Drop", "Terrorist" (stupenda ballata con un piano efficacissimo), "Great Blondino" ...Dalla fredda Svezia una raccolta di brani elettronicamente..."caldi"...
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01 Great Blondino (03:15)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
In a bed with a cast and a Calvados,
I don't really need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
Is this a way of defining "monophagus"?
I can't ever confide, please open up wide
give me extra special pleasure with love on the side.
I didn't give you anything and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't nesed nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
We were the vacancy crusaders with our combat kits
of a toothbrush and hearts mashed in tiny bits.
Trying to regain what we never had,
smiling about the good things amidst the bad.
So we save ourselves with Bombay Saphire unsafe sex,
twenty-four hours selfdestructive wrecks.
Sober thoughts dawn again, all the way sub rosa.
Starting up again when it's already over,
but I'm the Great Blondino, I'm not looking for a Queeno.
I'm sad I gave you nothing and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
In a bed with a cast and a Calvados
in a perpetual feverish crave of your lust
kitchenfloor bruising, freaky sofa cruising
and the early birdy balcony Campari Orangejuicing.
I guess one could say you got me mezmerized,
but what has become one should be dechotomized.
I'm sad I gave you nothing and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
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