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A tre anni di distanza dal successone di "Comin' Up" e a due dalla raccolta di b-sides "Sci-Fi Lullabies", nel 1999 per i Suede è il momento di pubblicare la quarta studio release, battezzata "Head Music".
Registrato a cavallo tra il '98 ed il '99 e prodotto da un grande nome come Steve Osborne (The Happy Mondays, Curve, Placebo, Doves, New Order, The B-52's), il disco rappresenta una svolta cercata e voluta fortemente da Anderson e compagni rispetto a quanto sentito nel pur ottimo predecessore.
I Suede cercano, infatti, di integrare quelle che sono ormai le loro sonorità distintive con un approccio maggiormente asettico ed elettronico. Più deciso, quindi, il coinvolgimento nella struttura dei pezzi della tastiera di Neil Codling rispetto alla chitarra di Richard Oakes, che pur si era fatto rispettare nel sostituire un elemento fondamentale come Bernard Butler. Codling si cimenta addirittura come songwriter nella filastrocca-rock "Elephant Man", unico pezzo non prodotto da Osborne, bensì da Bruce Lampcov.
Non che Oakes si nasconda, comunque: basti sentire il singolo apripista "Electricity", che unisce al solito approccio chitarristico un piacevole compendio di elettronica ben dosata, mantenendo intatta quella carica melodica messa ben in evidenza negli episodi di "Comin' Up". "Savoir Faire", firmata esclusivamente Anderson, unisce il sintetizzatore ad una melodia ammaliante e glam, per poi lasciar spazio al pop rock robotico di "Can't Get Enough". "Everything Will Flow" è una bella ballad lineare, epica e coinvolgente, così come gli altri pezzi più introspettivi dell'album, tra i quali la migliore risulta senza dubbio "Down", evocativa e splendente nella sua semplicità. Brett, poi, sfodera una delle sue migliori prove vocali in assoluto. Midtempo come la hit "She's In Fashion" o episodi elettrici come la titletrack riportano invece la mente ai Suede più tipici dei precedenti lavori. Polemica e graffiante sin dal titolo la chiusura con "Crack In The Union Jack", anch'essa scritta interamente da Brett Anderson.
Questo "Head Music", quindi, risulta alla fine della fiera il disco forse non più bello, ma sicuramente più completo ed interessante della carriera dei Suede, e sarà il loro terzo lp a raggiungere la vetta della classifica inglese. Il successivo "A New Morning" ed il best of "Singles" caleranno (definitivamente?) il sipario su questa grande band.
Tracce chiave: Electricity, Savoir Faire, Down
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Can't Get Enough (04:15)
I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man
I feel real now talking like buddha and doing it again
I get kick I rip it up kick it up take it like a teenage tough
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
I feel schizo every so psycho kicking at an old tin can
I feel real like a man like a woman like a woman like a man
I make dead space feel like a headcase take it like a teenage tough
And feel real now watching those wheels and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man
I feel real now talking like buddha and doing it again
So give me this and give me that smother me and give me some of that bad stuff
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
02 Beautiful Ones (03:44)
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah.
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill
get into bands and gangs.
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la
here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la
Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones. La la la la la
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la
You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....
la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la la la la
04 She's in Fashion (03:25)
She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
She's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
She's in fashion
She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion
Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1
then 2 is 1 my love,
Oh and if she tells you, you should know,
then you should know my love,
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion
05 Saturday Night (05:09)
Today she's been working, she's been talking,
she's been smoking, its gonna be alright
Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick
and it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight
Oh whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright
Today she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair,
office furniture, but it'll be alright
Cos tonight we'll go drinking, we'll do silly things
and never let the winter in
And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight.
Oh whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright
...we'll go peepshows and freak shows,
We'll go to discos, casinos,
We'll go where people go and let go...
...oh whatever makes her happy...
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