Disco del mese!
Anzi, non è azzardato candidarlo seriamente a disco dell’anno!
Sono corso in negozio subito dopo aver visto il video di lancio per il singolo “Blind Pilots” (dove un tizio si ubriaca al suo addio al celibato con gli amici, si trasforma, nientedimeno, in satana, con tanto di zampe di capra e se ne va in giro a far casino per Londra).
Canzoni che partono lente, solo con qualche battito di mani a tempo, un piano in sottofondo e, poi tutt’a un tratto esplodono, quando meno te lo aspetti, trasformandosi in un rock che solo poche band attualmente sanno fare così bene (anzi me ne viene in mente una sola ma non la dico).
Non so che tipo di rock sia: è indefinibile, un misto tra sperimentazioni sonore, atmosfere dolci, echi e suoni profondi, ma anche chitarre molto pesanti (a volte al limite del nu-metal) e un cantato rabbioso che finisce per scivolare quasi sempre su toni più morbidi.
Chitarre di ogni tipo, e poi ancora synths, tastiere, trombe, percussioni, per un tipo di rock che pesca un po' ovunque, dal grunge all’elettronica…tempo di digeribilità abbastanza lungo insomma!
Sulla recensione dell’NME c’è scritto “Non ci saremmo stupiti se ci fosse stato anche un assolo di pollo sul disco. Altro che lasciar entrare le fiamme: questo è già l’inferno!”.
Inutile spendere ancora parole, finirebbero per rovinarvi la sorpresa. SUPERCONSIGLIATO!
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Promises Promises (03:25)
It's got me going inside, I think it's happening again
I think there's gonna be some action
Cos it's got me going inside
You got me where you want me
Sit down and talk to me
Well I just hope you're happy
With your snake skin, dead bodies, evening all
Just go go back to your bright lights
You made promises you couldn't keep
Sicking up rag doll more than you know
Just keep your mouth shut you got no mind to blow
You celebrate things, you celebrate things
Forget about me and just desecrate everything
Oh you messed it up good, yeah this kid's just a joke
It's got me going inside, I think it's happening again
I think there's gonna be some action
Cos it's got me going inside
You got me where you want me
Sit down and talk to me
Well I just hope you're happy
With your snake skin, dead bodies, evening all
Just go go back to your bright lights
You made promises you couldn't keep
Sicking up rag doll more than you know
Just keep your mouth shut you got no mind to blow
You celebrate things, you celebrate things
Forget about me and just desecrate everything
Oh you messed it up good, yeah this kid's just a joke
Baby can't shoot straight
But you gotta shoot straight
There's so many friends to make
Gotta take blows, it's the way that you grow
Yeah, you gotta shoot straight
Baby gotta shoot straight
Cos there's so many friends to make
Gotta take blows, it's the way that you grow
Don't need to be seen
Just gotta get yourself known
06 Blind Pilots (04:01)
I hope you never change
I hope you never go
I hope you always keep
Our little secrets though
But how'd we get here
At this height
And what's this talk of
Dead weight
I know we always drink
But we don't always fight
The landing lights are on
But we're just out of sight
Cos this thing's mobile
There's still wheels
And I'm not done yet
So hang on
You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I'd made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes
I can't pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing
No one came
No one saw
Someone pass the manual
And soon I'll go away
I'll see you at the door
So go put David on
Read about the war
We're just blind pilots
In strange planes
Back seat drivers
In dead cars
You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I'd made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes
I can't pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing
Yeah I made a list of all the things
That I could change how I could win
I can't and I refuse to say
The wheels have slowly come away
I pray to God my soul to keep
Cos I could never stand the heat
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing
No one came
No one saw
Someone pass the manual
07 A.I.M. (04:58)
Tongue chewed off and head in books
Lately I've been taken ill
All we do is drive that's cool
But I need her around so I'll just wait and see
Soon she'll be home
Baby's coming home
She's all I need she's wired into me
Hey don't you think I know it's unhealthy
It's no big deal
Sooner or later you heal or you die
Oh my sweet love
My beautiful disease the bullet to my knees
It's her and her alone I adore
All I've said and things I've done
Hate I drew into your eyes
Everything is gone so young
You don't need me around
No one else can lift this head this soul
Baby come on home
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