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Questo è un album decapottabile, lieve brezza nei capelli e profumo di prato, è un pic-nic ad Hyde Park in un giorno di Maggio, toccasana per il corpo e per la mente, è la capacità di assaporare la vita a piccole dosi, è l'esordio targato 1967 della favolosa, fantastica, fantasmagorica, spumeggiante...(squillo di trombe)...Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band!
Parliamo di gente della stessa pasta dello zio Frank, colti e competenti ma sempre ilari e modesti, capaci di modellare il bignami più intricato nella forma più fruibile senza mai ostentare, nemmeno per un secondo, pretenziosità o presunzione, una band a suo modo anarchica e allo stesso tempo democratica visto la mancanza di un vero leader nella collaborazione fra Neil Innes, Vivian Stanshall, Rodney Slater, Roger Spear e le decine di musicisti di varie estrazioni musical-culturali che di volta in volta si avvicendano al fianco di questo combo inglese.
"Gorilla" è inanzitutto un capolavoro di arrangiamento: trombe, sax, ukulele, clarinetto, piano, tastiere, synth e probabilmente molto altro a fare da contorno alla sacra triade degli strumenti rock.
Rock di cui è però fuori luogo parlare per questa autentica banda di paese intelletualizzata che affonda il suo bel cucchiaione di idee in una coloratissima zuppa di swing, ragtime, pop e vaudeville.
Ascoltare questo disco è come affondare la faccia in un mazzo di margheritine, violette e fiorellini rari come la festosa marcetta di "Cool Britannia", la delicata "Jollity Farm", la fanfara caotica "Jazz, Delicious Hot, Disgusting Cold", la simpatica lezioncina dimostrativa di "The Intro And The Outro", il clima noir di "Big Shot", quella "Piggy Bank Love" che batte i Beatles sul loro stesso campo, il gioioso, capolavoro "Look Out There's A Monster Coming", perle in grado di ridimensionare anche una magnifica opera figlia di questa in esame come "Cyclops" dei Dogbowl.
Sono tutti confettini ripieni di una vivacità, una leggerezza e una spontanea inventività veramente rare, uniche in un sottobosco musicale nel quale la Bonzo Band si è ricavata un posto speciale, vicino forse solo alle campagne di Canterbury ma con radici ben ancorate al terreno popolare e ramificazioni che arrivano ad abbracciare il folklore paesano europeo.
Un gorilla che diventa farfalla.
Deliziosi!
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03 Jollity Farm (02:30)
There's a farm called Misery, but of that we'll have none
Because we know of one
That's always lots of fun (Ha ha!)
And this one's name is Jollity; believe me, folks, it's great
For everything sings out to us as we go through the gate
All the little pigs, they grunt and howl
The cats mee-yow
The dogs bow-wow
Everybody makes a row
Down on Jollity Farm
All the little pigs, they grunt and howl
(Grunt, howl, grunt, howl)
The cats mee-yow
(Mee-yow, mee-yow)
The dogs bow-wow
(Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff)
Everybody makes a row
Down on Jollity Farm
All the little birds go tweet, tweet, tweet
(birdsong, piano noodle)
The lambs all bleat
(baaaaa!)
And shake their feet
(rattle)
Everything's a perfect treat
Down on Jollity Farm
Regular as habit
The cocks begin to crow
Can the old buck rabbit
Sing and Stuff it up your jumper
Vo-do-de-oh
All the little ducks go quack quack quack
(quack quack quack)
The cows go Moo
(honk)
The bull does, too
(whonk!)
Everyone says how do you do
Down on Jollity Farm
08 Narcissus (00:22)
"How do you think it's going?"
"So-so."
"A lot of it's rubbish, you know."
"Mmm"
"Hey, you have the same trouble with your trousers as I do."
"Yes."
10 Mickey's Son and Daughter (02:42)
Oh the world is so delighted
And the kids are so excited
'Cos the stork has brought
A son and daughter
For Mr. and Mrs. Mickey Mouse
The Mayor and Corporation
Have declared such jubilation
'Cos the stork has brought
A son and daughter
For Mr. and Mrs. Mickey Mouse
Pluto's giving a party
And before the fun begins
He'll present a golden dollar
To the father of the twins
The preacher's eyes are glistening
And he's thinking of a christening
Cos the stork has brought
A son and daughter
For Mr. and Mrs. Mickey Mouse
A million million people
Are happy bright and gay
Bells are ringing in the steeple
It's a public holiday
Hooray Hooray it's a public holiday!
14 I'm Bored (03:07)
At the local dance, whilst posing by the door
A lady begged: "would I come on the floor?"
Above the band, my voice was heard,
Quite suddenly it had occurred to me:
I'm Bored!
I'm bored with everything I touch and see
I'm bored with exposes of LSD
I'm bored with Frank Sinatra's new LP
And so I roar (shoo-be-do-be-do)
I'm bored.
Drinking different coloured wines or beers
(Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Just quite frankly leaves me bored to (tears for souvenirs)
And quite apart from what one hears,
I've been like this for years and years
You see? Ennui.
I'm bored with Mother Nature or her son
I'm bored with everything that should be done
And so, I just poke out my big red tongue and [raspberry]
I'm bored.
I'm tired of art!
(Drawing bored)
Sex is a drag!
(In a bawdy house, I dare say.)
Awk! Australians bore me!
(You mean the a-bore-iginals, don't you?)
I'm bored to death!
(Like mortar bored)
I am bored.
[Repeat many times, round-style]
This is boredom you can afford, from Cyril Bored
I hate each Julie Andrews film they've made,
I'm just a nasty narrow-minded jade.
Don't think that I will smile at it,
I'm not a weak-willed hypocrite,
I'll say: I'm bored!
I'm bored with with-it men in spotty ties
Who hum (hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm) tiresome tunes like Eidelweiss
I'm bored, and when I hear it
In a trice, I shout, I'm bored!
The only thing that ever interests me...
Is ME! (Me! Meee! Me! Me!...)
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