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Rece concisa e diretta. (Ovvero: i Sunset Rubdown sono influenzati da. Nè più nè meno.)
(10% Animal Collective + 7% Bowie + 9% Spoon) + (They Might Be Giants x Modest Mouse) x (Flaming Lips + Arcade Fire)^3 = Sunset Rubdown
In altre parole:
Random Spirit Lover = Glam + Dream Pop + Experimental + Psichedelia + Avant + Indie Rock + Lo Fi
Spiegazzo. (Ovvero: la recensione vera e propria.)
Sunset chiii???
Se vi dico Frog Eyes, magari iniziamo ad intenderci meglio.
Ora mettiamo in gioco pure i Wolf Parade. Iniziate ad inquadrare? Allora comincerei subito a parlarvi dei deliranti 60 minuti di codesta mattonata (per quanto riguarda la stazza, intendiamoci) di disco.
I Sunset Rubdown e gli altri suddetti gruppi, oltre ad essere tutte e tre band canadesi e rigorosamente di nicchia, hanno appunto un altro elemento in comune, ossia un tastierista/cantante/songwriter iperproduttivo altresì noto come Spencer Krug, che in questo caso è il leader indiscusso del progetto.
Camilla Wynn Ingr, Jordan Robson Cramer, Michael Doerksen e Krug fondono Psych e Dream Pop dei Flaming Lips e creatività avanguardistica sdrammatizzandola con toppe Indie Rock in 12 pezzi febbricitanti, chiassossi e altalenanti.
Da una parte ci sono filastrocche, atmosfere circensi, marce carnevalesche e tripudi di note saltellanti (The Mending Of The Gown, Up On Your Leopard, Upon The End Of Your Feral Days, The Courtesan Has Sung, The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life), dall'altra gli episodi più lenti e densi, a volte dal sapore vagamente barocco (Magic Vs. Midas, Winged/Wicked Things, Stallion, For The Pier, Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!).
Fraseggi e melodie sconclusionate, riff sognanti, climax celestiali e chiazze di musica che sembrano piazzate lì a caso ma che dopo infinite giravolte e arzigogoli vari riescono a raggiungere ancora una volta il ritornello riprendendo il filo del discorso.
Random Spirit Lover. Ovvero: come mettere in fila surreale naivitè e teatralità Arcade Fire mentre Krug con la sua voce psicotica, emotiva e tremolante dipinge sfumature troppo intense per essere assorbite completamente dopo un solo superficiale ascolto.
Puro caos morbido.
Random rece. (Ovvero: quello che evocano i Sunset Rubdown rigorosamente in ordine sparso.)
Profumo di frittelle.
Sapore di zucchero filato.
Un disco in cui perdersi, tra giostre abbandonate, luna park al tramonto, vecchi giocattoli riesumati, pomeriggi in soffitta, palloncini colorati, una girandola nella mano grassoccia di una bambino, improbabili intrecci di fili di gomitoli tinta pastello, deviazioni e alternative e nasi per aria a guardare le nuvole.
Random Spirit Lover significa approdare su uno dei mondi paralleli costruiti dalle note e dalla mente geniale di Krug e sognare ad occhi aperti immaginando che suono avrà il prossimo tripudio di arcobaleni, riff in crescendo e sgambettanti tasti bianchi e neri.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 The Mending of the Gown (05:36)
He made an enemy then, he made an enemy of all of you.
It's him, not you.
You never heard it from me but there's a breach in the hull
Where the truth and the water's too deep to prove.
He made an enemy then, he made an enemy of all of you.
It's him, not you.
It's a little red sea let the miracle worker go free
See the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And a man falls in the sea.
He was a man of many nations, had a hundred souls and a hundred to go
He was a man of many nations, two hearts, two hands, it's a slippery slope.
He had a fear of being naked, but you're any other man in another man's clothes
He was a man of many nations, with revelations, oh revelations.
He wrote a book about the Bible and he wrote a book about men in the sky
He wrote a book about the smell of winter then two, a little less simple to decipher
Saying, “I am the water at the foot of the palms, or I am sand and wind and a shitty mirage, but either way, I'm a man of many nations!”
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around? Was it the mending of the gown, or the running and the running it around?
She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you waited to hear it.
But a master of disguises, her demise was her design, they said.
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running, and the running and the running it around?
She said my name and my spirit are both corrupted if you hold me close, you gotta hold me up.
It was the tender mending of this slender gown that brought me bending to the ground.
Now you'll wear any old thing, oh you'll wear any old thing.
So she wrapped herself in swaddling, that the fever deviated to a broken wing
It's an act, I think she's just pretending. It's an act, I think, she's just pretending.
If you burn the virgin flags, then I will shake, (shake!) as the heat waves in the sand.
This one's for Maggie, this one's for Sam.
This one's for Maggie, this one's for Sam.
Or any other random spirit lover busted, I have lusted after you.
The way bloodsuckers do!
The way bloodsuckers do!
The way bloodsuckers do!
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around?
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running and the running and the running and the running it around?
It was the tender mending of this slender gown that brought me bending to the ground.
But this ship was built to go down
See the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
07 Stallion (06:45)
Stallion, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
I am good where I am I am good where I am
Stallion
Wrote off "stay gold" from the list I hold, then I
Wrote off "all gold" from the list you hold
I'll be the grave with no name on the stone
Stallion
Fight for your right to hate the night
Children singing like a choir with no taste for the wine
And the time-minding dawn when the chiding eye
Falls upon you
First fall of light on the counterfeit ring
Likens other things
Some unknown glittering
The balancing of riding and steed canâ??t be upon you
Stallion, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
I am good where I am I am good where I am
But my God where I am oh my God where I am,
And you,
You had a lot of flexing two muscles on the stage
Now step away, step, step away
Saddle up the width of an age
Rode off, the prospect of gold in my wake
Stallion, step away
The fluttering of wings in the trees can't be upon you
12 Child-Heart Losers (02:01)
There's a child heart in the child
There's a child heart in the child
There's a child heart in the child
Living wild oh
La la la la la
Fire makes it go
And you were pretty before you knew
And you were pretty before you knew
And you were pretty before you knew it oh
La la la la now
Fire makes you go
And all a diamond is risky timing
All a diamond is risky timing
All the diamonds are uncut diamonds oh
La la la la la
Fire makes em so cold to the eye
Lets let take place
Where'd you learn to stage dive with such grace
Indescribable face
What do you stay beautiful for?
And don't you worry about the floor
And...
Why so many many many many many violins?
Why so many many many many many violins?
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