Una luce alienoide alle spalle evidenzia il profilo del nano-leader degli Stereophonics, Kelly Jones, che armato di occhiali da sole trés cool impugna solerte la sua chitarra: questa la copertina (un po'anonima) dell'ultimo lavoro sfornato dal trio gallese alla riscossa.
E così, superate avversità quali crisi interna post abbandono di Stuart Cable e due-tre lavori che lasciavano un po'a desiderare ai pretenziosi fan, ad appena un anno di distanza dall'uscita dell'ultimo album, i fantastici tre non demordono e ritornano con un doppio live che lascia il fan medio con una lacrimuccia di nostalgia dei vecchi tempi e una mera voglia di crederci ancora.
Orbene, iniziamo con “Superman” , uno degli ultimi singoli. Le chitarre ruggiscono, la voce di Kelly striscia come sempre, più rockeggiante di un tempo (eh, per le ballate dovrete aspettare) ma comunque a prova di 'perdita di colpi': un inizio gradevole e pieno di energia. Proseguiamo con una chitarrosa “Doorman” , e fin qua siamo ancora sull'ultimo album. Ma ecco che un boato godurioso introduce la bella “A Thousand Trees” ; eccoli, i nostri cari Phonics dei bei tempi. Il tempo di riprendersi con la posata e gradevole “Devil” ed ecco che attaccano con “Mr. Writer” . La voce di Kelly trascina gli accordi sino al ritornello e tu non puoi fare a meno di canticchiare preso dalla reminiscenza dei tempi andati. . . ma ecco che il miagolio di Jones si spezza lasciando spazio ad azzeccatissime note di piano, poco prima del suo crescendo vocale. Quella mossa in più prima di venire. Non so voi, ma a me basta per vivere un primo orgasmo.
Ma non finisce qui, altri due pezzi ed arriviamo alla divulgatissima “Maybe Tomorrow” , ma ciò non significa necessariamente che non faccia la sua figura; anzi, direi che la fa eccome, non potrebbe essere diversamente. Qualche lieve accordo introduce timidamente il gridolino di Kelly Jones, accompagnato da urla e fischi di amanti del pubblico, e poi eccola che prende forma pian piano, so maybe tomorrow you find your way, oh. E speriamo che la trovi questa strada, prima o poi.
Beh, abbandonando il sentimentalismo, ci si lancia nell'energica “The Bartender And The Thief” , per poi passare subito dopo a quello che ritengo essere il miglior pezzo degli Stereophonics fatto sino ad oggi: “Local Boy In The Photograph” (che tuttavia mi piace meno del solito, in questo live). E così, deliziati da questo ascolto, si prende in mano il secondo disco e si attende. Parte dolce e malinconica “Hurry Up And Wait” , da ascoltare distesi fissando il soffitto facendo l’ occhiolino ai ragni. Subito dopo sentiamo l'immancabile “Madame Helga” seguita da un'altra chicca: “Vegas Two Times” . Si scorre così sino a “Too Many Sandwiches” , la bella e delicata “Traffic” (in cui si sente la folla abbandonarsi in un appassionato coro di ritornello) e il primo singolo dell'ultimo album che chiude questo ottimo live; che non poteva essere altro che "Dakota".
Che dire. . . un'ora e mezza di buon ascolto, buona musica live e un tuffo nel passato tintinnato dal presente. Bisogna dire che la mancanza di Stuart si sente per l'orecchio più fine, ma Javier Wyler se la cava comunque abbastanza bene. Cos'altro aggiungere? Se siete fan amerete e rosicherete per non averli visti ancora dal vivo (come fa già la sottoscritta, peraltro), se siete ascoltatori occasionali non potrete non apprezzare l'energia e la melodia di certe canzoni "storiche". Enjoy it.
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01 Superman (05:02)
'''Stereophonics - Superman'''
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You look like Jesus on an aeroplane
Ya head's against the window pane
You got opinions but you ain't got news
You got good laughs but when it suits you
You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can sleep with a teenage blonde
You wear a mask, wear an armoured suit
Can't get to you with the gun I shoot
Ya play your cards close to your chest
Because ya poker face is a dreary mess
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can fuck a teenage blonde
You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut
02 Doorman (04:01)
'''Stereophonics - Doorman'''
Doorman you got an attitude
Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit
You'd like nothing more than to break my face
No rhythm no reason no colour or race
You'd like to throw me out on the street
It ain't my fault you can't read
You look like a monkey scowling at me
Well suck my banana, suck it with cream
'Cause all I wanna do
Is get closer to you
'Cause all I wanna do
Is make a mess out of you
Promotion for you is to stamp my wrist
If you're a good boy ya get the guest list
Ya don't listen, don't think, no mind of your own
Your job is prevention, but you just provoke
'Cause all I wanna do
Is get closer to you
'Cause all I wanna do
Is make a mess out of you
Is make a mess out of you
03 A Thousand Trees (03:25)
Standing at the bus stop
with my shopping in my hands
when I'm overhearing elderly ladies
as the rumours start to fly
Hear them in the school yard
in the scrap yard
in the chip shop
in the phone box
in the pool hall
at the shoe stall
every corner turned around
It started with a school girl
who was running
running home to her mam and dad
told them she was playing
in the change room
of her local football side
They said tell us again
she told them again
they said tell us the truth
I find it hard to believe
cause he taught our Steve
he even trained me
taught Uncle john
who's a father of three
CHORUS
It only takes one tree
to make a thousand matches
only takes one match
to burn a thousand trees
You see it in the class room
in the swimming pool
where the match stick men are made
at the scouts hall
at the football
where the wise we trust are paid
They all honour his name
he did a lot for the game
he got his name knocked up
above the sports ground gates
Now they're ripping them down
stamping the ground
picture gathers dust
in the bar
CHORUS
Wake up and smell the rain
shake up he's back to stay
he hasn't been on a holiday
growing seeds don't believe
why he's been away
In the school yard
change room
playing fields
bathroom
phone box
office blocks
corners turned around
They keep doubting the flame
tossing the blame
got his name knocked up
above the sports ground gates
Now they're ripping them down
stamping the ground
pictures gathers dust
in the bar in the lounge
CHORUS
04 Devil (04:46)
'''Stereophonics - Devil'''
Ever dance with the devil baby? Oh no...
Make my day
Do you feel lucky? Oh no...
Tomorrow's another day
Can you walk on water maybe? Oh no...
Turn water into wine?
Can I buy you a drink there lady? Oh no...
Can you tell me another lie?
So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no...
I need another line
Are you living the dream there lady? Oh no...
Can I tell you what's inside?
So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Stop the car there baby! Oh no...
You can't handle the truth
So what's the point then lady, oh no...
If ya can't stand to play and lose
So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
So be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Be my Devil, Angel
Be my shooting star
Bye bye Angel - Be my Devil
06 Pedalpusher (03:20)
'''Stereophonics - Pedalpusher'''
Gotta get in on the scene hun
Voice activate machine
Got ya hair in a haircut
You gotta fill up the dream
Got ya finger on the pulse babe
Got your rock n roll on?
You wanna screw driver too now
I hear they're fun on
You got it all this side up
But ya ain't got it down!
Push the pedal now
Activate your sweet voice babe
Let your world come out
Get ya head off the chopping block
Get ya ouija board out
Got ya rubber on ya pencil
In case you make a mistake
I hope ya got it all down babe
I'd hate to think you're a fake
You got it all this side up
But ya ain't got it down!
Push the pedal now
07 Deadhead (03:16)
I got a royal flush
I gotta ten bob
In my pocket for luck
Just another crush
I got my head read
In the shed once again
My friend
Inside, outside, upside, downside
See my face wanna take me home
I missed your sister, shake your pistol
Hear my voice on your telephone
Just another lush
I got my ten green bottles
In my pocket for luck
In another rut
Get your deadhead
In the shed once again
My friend
Inside, outside, upside, downside
See my face wanna take me home
I missed your sister, shake your pistol
Hear my voice on your telephone
Cigarette burning, got an opal ring
Dirty magazine turning, you're a bird who sings
Sleeping on a shag pile, sleeping on me,
sleeping like an angel watching over me
08 Maybe Tomorrow (04:24)
I've been down and
I'm wondering why
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me
With me
It wastes time
And I'd rather be high
Think I'll walk me outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
I look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe
I wanna breeze and an open mind
I wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my time for me
All me
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way home
09 The Bartender and the Thief (03:49)
When you think about it
He's watching every word you say, yeah
Say yeah
And when he's sussed you out
He calls her up and out she comes and hustles
Us
Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking
The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered
He watched the lesbian talk
She kissed and groped but mostly talked in lust
Crushed
He couldn't make the call
His eyes were gripped on licking tongues
Enough's enough
Failed for once
Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking
The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered
Long digging
Gone fishing
Love drinking
The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church a night to remember
Robbing the graves of bodies dismembered
Saved what they stole to meet at the altar
Place where they first set eyes on each other
Flew to the sun to start life all over
Set up a bar and robbed all the locals
Dooooo doooooo doooo doooo doo dooooo doooo dooooo dooo
10 Local Boy in the Photograph (04:03)
There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
A pebble beach
We're underneath
A pier just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
He'll always be 23
Yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing
There's no mistake
I smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
The clocks go back
Railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time today
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph... today
He's gone away
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