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Quello che sto per recensirvi non è un album come tutti gli altri....
Questo disco è completamente delirante, fuori da ogni tipo di canone musicale!!!Questi cinque ragazzini schizzati hanno creato un nuovo tipo di musica... nessuno ne puo rimanere indifferente... sia nel bene che nel male!!!Non ci sono vie di mezzo, o lo ami o lo odi...io lo AMO!!
Ad aprire le danze è il mega singolo "Set Fire To The Face On Fire" che fa già capire di che "pasta" sarà fatto l'album. A seguire "We Ride Skeletal Lighthing" e l'altro singolo "Laser life" due pezzi a dir poco favolosi che non faranno fatica ad entrarvi in testa e a rimanerci!!!Ma il bello deve ancora venire perchè subito dopo vi aspetterà "Camouflage, Camouflage", a mio giudizio la perla dell'intero album. Più si va avanti più i pezzi divantano malati e le voci sempre più sguaiate. Da segnalare ancora "Spit Shine Your Black Clouds", altra perla che colpisce per i stupendi cambi di tempo e le voci al limite dell'assurdo!!!
Questo è un'album che vi stupirà dall'inizio alla fine!!!Da ascoltare e riascoltare fino alla nausea!!!
P.S. é la mia prima recensione...se ho fatto degli errori scusatemi...
Buon ascolto a tutti
Elenco tracce testi e video
04 Camouflage, Camouflage (04:53)
"Alice, where's your tongue?"
she said, "look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless chatter."
"Alice, where's your hair?"
she said, "look in the sharp of a well-worn butterfly knife."
"Alice, where's your teeth?"
she said, "look at the piano. they're dangling from every single chord."
"Alice, where's your lips?"
"look in the empires roaring; the tyrants getting so loud and boring."
"Alice, where's your man?"
"look in this black eye written like the o in the word goodbye."
"Alice, where's your house?"
"it's built on the hush of your favorite record's screeching halt."
"Alice, where's your clothes?"
"they'll be sweet sheets around your eyes when street boars eat you alive!"
"Alice, where's your swans?"
"flying in hotel rooms stealing stereos."
mister the sky's a contortionist.
the streets are skipping records blaring hiss.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
the taxis are jaguars throwing fits.
subways are subterranean bullets.
camouflage, camouflage.
the city's draped in camouflage.
can't you see the sidewalks are just snakes peeling off last year's skin?
can't you find your own face shining in the sky's false reflection?
where's your voice?
where's your dress?
where's your bones?
draped in camouflage.
where's your beach?
where's your sky?
where's your clouds?
draped in camouflage.
and she says give me one good reason not to empty the heart of all its zeros and ones,
not to smash that telecaster before it births a thousand useless slums.
love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea.
all the girls in Montreal are smashing skateboards in the street.
it's 4am and she's at your door with a suitcase, in a nightgown.
we slip through mansions with fences full-grown.
we slip through streetlights in crooked rows.
I saw the sky split in two: one half jealous and one half cruel.
I felt my chest cave in under a pile of synthetic grins.
the fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts,
false applause and camouflage.
I couldn't see the solar system,
it was camouflaged as a tape loop repeating.
I couldn't see the glorious meadow,
it was camouflaged as a smashed in glass window.
I couldn't see the love and affection,
it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections.
I couldn't see the skeletal lightning,
it was camouflaged as a young machete.
06 Vital Beach (02:35)
i'm falling face first into a painting
of a hallucinogenic sunset
at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah
vital beach, vital beach
well i'm the boy on the beach with the guitar
all the sharks berate us
get-get-get-get-get-get back!
we're the band on the stage at the wedding
by the sea with frozen t-t-t-t-tidal waves
alright, she's a concubine-trained trophy wife
he's an able-bodied CEO
and all the seagulls mutter "whatcha doing with your life?"
forming love tracks on your lethal loves
brittle brittle moan!
i'm grieving for you
brittle brittle moan!
and together with you we sing:
woah-oh everybody's
waiting for your tantrum
and then we fall face first into another painting
i'm falling face first into a painting
of a hallucinogenic seascape
at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah
vital beach, vital beach
i'm the boy in the sharkskin tuxedo
all my friends are screaming
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
my agent said i should chew off my own face
i have no taste and anything could help
sing it again!
three cheers for opportunity!
next to the ears of people at their summer homes
still the seagulls mutter "whatchoo doing with your life?"
forming love tracks on your cover girls
brittle brittle moan!
i'm grieving for you
brittle brittle moan!
and together with you we sing:
woah-oh everybody's
waiting for your tantrum
and then we fall face first into another painting
at vital beach, vital beach, vital beach, yeah
vital beach, vital beach
10 Nausea Shreds Yr Head (02:10)
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the walls.
Waterfalls fall like intestines from flying gutted gulls.
We live in a glamorous mansion with fast ghosts in the walls.
My bedroom window looks out on crucified orange groves.
Frail fingers in our five-course food.
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude.
Frail fingers in our five-course food.
Biblican rains when the midnight maids strip nude.
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go?
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no.
Nausea shreds your head.
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run?
French windows passing out drinking all night long?
Nausea shreds your head.
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
Will you look back?
Will you hesitate to leave all your possessions behind?
Will you look back?
Or are you going to sink with the ship and say everything's alright?
When the fire's chewing up your walls where you gonna go?
Nooses hung from the stars tell me yes or no.
Nausea shreds your head.
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
When your floor's foaming at the mouth where you gonna run?
French windows passing out drinking all night long?
Nausea shreds your head.
Would you rather be homeless or dead?
Are you gonna jump, jump, jump out the window or burn, burn, burn with the furniture?
12 Johnny Ripper (02:39)
twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles.
young love's clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves.
the birds keep on singing from the tops of trees,
but the song's out of tune that drips from the breeze.
there's a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head.
look out!
look out!
for diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom
of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection,
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
look out!
look out!
for sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches
of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling,
motels where you're f**king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue.
desperate mothers devoured by young.
hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide.
there's a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams.
look out!
look out!
the dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt
and glass while summer's favorite fathers birthing next year's deadbeat dads.
let's tack up another eviction note to matrimony's throbbing throat
stuffed with songs from a synthetic past,
silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection,
parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea.
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