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Voglio raccontarvi una storia, un breve ricordo d'infanzia che aiuti a illustrare il cazzeggio-sonoro multistrato del signor Matthew Friedberger. Credo fosse il 1984, e un pomeriggio mi ritrovai perso dentro il televisore 21 pollici, a inseguire le gesta borderline di un salmone. Pin il salmone era, infatti, il protagonista assoluto di un vecchio documentario trasmesso sulla tv locale. Questo scavezzacollo delle acque aveva lo sguardo irrisolto di Angelino Alfano, e una vita peggio complicata del lodo-immunitario per le alte cariche istituzionali. Tempra d'acciaio e sangue freddo nel risalire torrenti e asprezze del fiume, tra mille imprevisti, ne facevano un fuoriclasse degno di figurare nella specialità alle Olimpiadi losangeline. Prima di finire a tavola, naturalmente, con sale grosso, zucchero, limone e olio d'oliva. Pin tagliava idrogeno e ossigeno come un coltello il prosciutto di Parma, spingeva, tostissimo proseguiva e dribblava beato ami da pesca e rocce calcaree. Anche il newyorkese Matt, mente del duo fratello\sorella Fiery Furnaces, ha spirito avventuroso pari a Pin. Ed è capace di sputacchiare regole pre-costituite (musicali) meglio di Alfano e friends...
Non è così difficile perdersi nella "città vedova" dei Fiery Furnaces, tra vicoli antichi e nuovi edifici audio. Bastano i sette minuti dell'opener The Philadelphia Grand Jury: martello sincopato della batteria, chitarre Eagles periodo Hotel California, melodia Beatles che flirta con i graffiti hip-hop nella New York Ottanta di Keith Haring, e antenna sinfonica spostata a Oriente. Le sedici tracce di Widow City potrebbero rivelarsi un'esperienza spiazzante e incerta per delicati padiglioni auricolari, quasi quanto un film di Rocco che tocca nel profondo il nostro occhio appassionato. Nel singolo Ex-guru, fratello Matt e sorella Eleanor Friedberger miscelano Beck che suona con i Roxy Music una cover dei Jacksons di Destiny. Incluse le orchestrazioni di Van Dyke Parks, e le rullate spacca-ciervella di Bonzo. E tutto in 2' 42"..Sarà anche vedova la città dei Fiery Furnaces, ma dubito rifiuti la promiscuità.
Le tastiere liquide e l'arpa dello zucchero filato di My Egyptian Grammar nutrono il Pop da romantici Kinks (in vestiti electro). Clear Signal From Cairo ha un incipit heavy, artiglieria pesante di tamburi e amplificatori valvolari, e muta nel persuasivo refrain-filastrocca di Eleanor tra variazioni avantgarde, delirio percussivo e cantilene nevrotiche, per poi finire in gloria nel fugace assalto finale di guitars al galoppo. The Old Hag Is Sleeping è collage che copia-incolla Residents mentre accompagnano a scuola il funk/synthetico del Prince di 1999, tra beats rasposi e chitarre effettate; mentre il canto da ?femme fatale' di sorellina Friedberger continua a ?recitare', e varia registro come nel più subdolo dei noir. Jimmy Page fracassa costole nel cabaret pastorale, tra Mary Poppins e Bowie, di Navy Nurse. La malinconia restauratrice di Restorative Beer muove nella palude innocenti riff e rimpianto barocco. Uncle Charlie è un hard/blues psicotico al fulmicotone, che potrebbe generare una giustificata invidia in Jack White delle cosiddette Strisce Bianche..Wicker Whatnots, infine: sorta di Frankenstein che perde i pezzi sulla via di casa, col papà demiurgo che aspetta ansioso nel Castello Cattivissimo di Rignano. Strumenti che si auto-alimentano nel chaos (dis)organizzato di una Babele musicale onnivora e carnivora, l'opera-rock che trova il proprio baricentro quando, paradosso, è costruita su frammenti sonori disomogenei e speculari.
Un album di Matt & Eleanor è perciò più confortevole dell'ultimo Sanremo canonizzato da Pippo, più torci-budella (nel senso che le strappa sul palco da conigli o galline) di Richie Benson in concerto, ma meno abbordabile del trans Andreia a Rio ( a patto che non usiate la lozione per la ricrescita dei capelli di Ronaldo). Ora scusate, dovrei portare un pò fuori a spasso il mio bobtail King Kerry.
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03 Automatic Husband (02:08)
Thanks for asking
Yes it's true, we've been waiting for you
We've been waiting for you
Persuade your husband he should stay
at our disposal for today
and take down everything we say
About the new school bus assistant snuck in change
of leaving seven sleeping children in their seats,
in a trance, induced by air-conditioning
So I went back up to our room
And told my husband to sit down on the end-table
and that he was getting very sleepy
and when his eyes went out I put the pen back in his left hand
At phases 8 and 31 the Four Faculties are done,
the Principles are some.
The solar period, if you look,
is like the bishop in the brook,
so it says in this book
Writ by the new school bus assistant snuck in change
of leaving seven sleeping children in their seats,
in a trance, induced by air-conditioning
And don't forget the imaginary map
of the Manifestations of Murker-Making
Owned by the undertaker's office
(Otherwise known as the Cadaverous Cosmeticians)
Local number dead-as-a-doornail in a church mouse's chin
Or so said the birth-chart I sent away to New Mexico for
It was made by a special commission of Navajo basketball coaches and blonde ladies
04 Ex-Guru (02:42)
One of those blond ladies had a certain hold on me
I went to all her seminars by the Airport in the Double Tree
I even let her use nephew’s seaplane in the Bahamas for free
But she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m quite convinced I escaped her sway
I burned all my clothes with eucalyptus juice
Ripped out the floors and painted all the platforms puce
And I went so far as to sacrifice a second snake to Zeus
So she means nothing to me now
I tell myself that everyday
She means nothing to me now
I tell myself every single day
I’m still convinced I escaped her sway
But when she mopes in the moonlight on her mesa in March
Does she kick up a thunderstorm when she thinks of my betrayal?
She means nothing to me now
She means nothing to me now
08 Japanese Slippers (02:57)
Down at the Shell shed, the boys are picking out the pearls
The home I'm in lets the rain get in
I bought 22 ounces of the petrol, park, wait at the light
I'm never going to make it back in time
'fore Geraldine and me to begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
I sit with the fan on my face and sip shandies all day
I learn to sleep standing up so I don't have to make the bed
No tobacco for my rolling papers, warm water in my cup
But I have wait all morning, so
'fore Geraldine and me can begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
I loaded up with Turkey carpets
and green glass diamonds
I drove back and forth for 5 long rolling moons
And every day and every night I thought of back at home
And I couldn't get notion out of my head that said
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
And everything is always a little late
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers seems to be my fate.
It was my job to cut down all the poplar trees
And I'd sit on the stumps and listen to the finches
and sit out in the fields and eat honey out of a jar
and wonder why it always seemed that
'fore Geraldine and me could begin
Mr. Rayne in his Japanese Slippers comes creeping in, saying
13 Wicker Whatnots (04:27)
Emma was walking with Mandeep and JingJing on the second day of Spring.
Emma was walking with Mandeep and JingJing on the second day of Spring.
She said she was sick of her porch pillars and golden axletrees
and silver snuffers and all that sort of thing,
‘cause out of the corner of her eye she saw one cherub ten cubits high.
You can immolate all those oxen, you can sacrifice so many sheep.
You can immolate all those oxen, you can sacrifice so many sheep.
You can be surrounded by your four hundred pomegranates
and your bright brass shovels, but you still can’t hardly sleep,
when out of the corner of your eye you see one cherub ten cubits high.
How do you arrange a room around a baby grand piano?
In the Arabian-tented library guest room;
In the two-tabled dining room art gallery.
And here’s one for your party room:
An emergency cigarette behind glass.
An emergency cigarette behind glass.
On a sliding slack rack hangs the Calcutta necklace.
And the unique stone rubbings I can decorate with giant jacks:
With wicker whatnots.
With wicker whatnots,
In prettier prints with masses of chintz
And candy box fabrics.
Or the “True Meaning of a Name”
With poem in a frame.
Where blue means fair; pink, rain;
Purple, variable conditions.
Give me mirror magic in the maxi mood
And I’ll throw away my Hollywood chin band.
Ulyana, Phoebe, and Alan knew to say, “We’re here for Lucy’s Birthday
in the Rivoli Bar area lounge,” but were worried they might be late.
Then Lucy messaged, “My PA Ms. Gill will kindly deal with your queries between 6:30 and 8,
unless out of the corner of your eye you see one cherub ten cubits high.”
She was accepting cards and small gifts (before the photos) between 9 and 11.
She was accepting cards and small gifts (before the photos) between 9 and 11,
when Gharzi, Ovi, Roger, and Rachel presented her with something that just sent her to heaven:
one cherub ten cubits high that she could see out of the corner of her eye.
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