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Il nuovo fenomeno garage made in UK si chiama The Horrors.
Già da alcuni mesi i cinque ragazzini spadroneggiano su tutte le copertine dei vari magazine (NME su tutte). E non poteva essere altrimenti, visto che a sponsorizzarli è James Oldham (Patrick Wolf nella sua scuderia), boss della Loog e per anni redattore del NME. A vederli sulla copertina di "Strange House", il loro disco d'esordio, sembrano proprio la famiglia Adams, con tanto cerone spalmato in faccia.
Aldilà della Manica non erano tanto abituati a questa specie d'orgia controllata, a questo diluvio di chitarre spastiche, alle urla schizzofreniche e a tutto questo impazzare di suoni distorti e tribali, lontani miglia e miglia dalla solita solfa laccata e incravattata dei Franz Kaiser Bloc ed emuli vari al seguito. Gli Horrors sono forse la proposta più originale e meno british (ma pur sempre english) che ci è dato d'ascoltare da un pò di tempo a questa parte.
Brani come "Jack The Ripper", "Sheena is A Parasite", "Gil Sleeping", "Gloves" e "Excellent Choise", confermano quanto descritto sopra: sound sgangherato ed irresistibile, allucinato e coinvolgente. Marcio si, ma pur sempre griffato, come l'inchiostro, nero ed indelebile, che macchia le pagine delle riviste patinate che li ospitano, per darli in pasto alle tribù di cannibali musicofagi pittati come loro, matita nera e mascara di sera, divisa d'ordinanza at college, university or bank.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Jack the Ripper (03:00)
Walking down the streets of London late at night
Night is crawling and something’s here
I’ve seen him late, late, no.
No, no, Jack the Ripper.
Every now and then my mother calls, (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
Running around disturbing growls (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
I’ve seen him, in my dreams, Oh no, no..
Jack the Ripper (x4)
Now my mother’s dead and buried, (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
We found her bones everywhere (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
I’ve seen him in my dreams,
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Walking down the streets of London late at night (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
Night is crawling and something’s here (The Ripper, Jack the Ripper)
I’ve seen him in my dreams, oh no,
The Ripper, Jack the Ripper (x2)
Just screams, ahhhhhhhh
Just screams, no, no, no, no.
02 Count in Fives (03:13)
Count
Yeah, I count in fives.
I do it everytime.
And if another number confronts me
I will cut you in half.
Irrespective of the subject I will make it apply,
No matter what the object I will count in fives,
Tell me the location I will stand outside...
Oh yeah,
If you give me too many,
I will multiply.
Force too many into my hand
And I will not comprehend.
Irrespective of the subject I will make it apply,
No matter what the object I will count in fives,
Tell me the location I will stand outside...
Oh yeah,
Another number confronts me
And I force it to divide.
The first time with someone holding my hand.
The second, me holding it out.
Irrespective of the subject I will make it apply,
No matter what the object I will count in fives,
Tell me the location I will stand outside...
Oh yeah,
If you try to deceive me
I feel it burn in my hand.
Now watch the numbers run to me
As I count them in fives
03 Draw Japan (03:23)
Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen,
Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages,
Carted around these filthy pages
I will draw Japan, I will draw Japan, hey
Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin,
Empty vessels asserting, we are still King,
We are still King
Black stuff running like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the source of the noise
I will draw Japan, with fervent hands, hey
Black cells depict a foreign land, I draw Japan
Sleeping city emits no sound, in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
I will draw Japan with a ravenous pen,
Hungry for oil and iron and tin
To your left a concrete factory,
Smoke billows, fists punch, Victory!
And my hands start shaking, and Japan starts shaking
And I begin to draw out Japan in the shape of a man
Seen rushing through a market town, through the compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
04 Gloves (02:50)
Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman.
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets.
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about.
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to.
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it.
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage.
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing.
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...and I couldn't take it any more, I said, "I've got to go, I've got to get out of here," and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go.
05 Excellent Choice (02:53)
(talking)
Morgan moves back to the familiar charms of his fiery days when Morgan still felt something.
No longer, Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four.
Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames his wife for his slow love.
He shakes his head as he climbs into bed,
Grits his teeth as he moves between the sheets.
Morgan feels like sudden laughter when he sees.
He doesn't sleep much on account of a terrible pain in his head.
And sometimes Morgan sits up in the loft reading from a book of children's stories.
Jaws no ordinary sucking harder, sagging eyelids & pocked cheeks,
Intelligent the television buzzes & crackles & preaches
Morgan feels like his family have made a conscious effort to cause him misery.
His taste buds have deserted, sneaking away from his wife's cooking.
Morgan dreads the family meal, clenching one hand under the table.
The bland wall hangings nod at the food in recognition. They are far too familiar with one another.
Now, listen
Well I don't want to question your decision,
In my opinion you've made an excellent choice.
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head , well, you're just fine excellent choice
Excelent choice, excelent choice.
(talking)
Morgan's work for minimum wage is no comfort whatsoever.
He thinks about the items that have sapped his money over the years, shoe polish, oven cleaner, vacuum bags, sugar substitute.
A pathetic collection of unwanted gifts and dream-sapping commerce.
Any creative reserves once stored are long gone.
Morgan seethes at the realisation he has given his children too much of the little he has.
Morgan wishes his family dead.
Now, listen
Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion,
I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind,
In my head, well, you're just fine excelent choice
Excellent choice, excellent choice (x2)
(talking)
Lacking imagination, and full of despair, Morgan turns tail and leaves without a word.
The door shuts compliantly as he moves outside.
Morgan crunches down the path with regular, driven feet, pushing through the grey clouds escaping his mouth.
Approaching the train tracks, he sighs, lays flat across the line, and shuts his eyes.
06 Little Victories (02:40)
I press your hand in mine however cautiously,
I keep a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
This winter
So cold, Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
It's so hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
The sickness has taken hold through violent, blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread is whispering insistent in my ear
My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere
This winter
So cold, Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
I know it's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
I pinned your crest to my chest, hoping it might start to look right
There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse lying face down in some river
His hands used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning, i am practically that boy
No strength to endure, Ghostly insecure, Pallid through lack of choice
This winter
So cold, Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers, Creeping around your palm
I know it's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
Creeping around your hand
07 She Is the New Thing (03:21)
She's a special girl, you know,
The kind I'd hope to see,
Hanging on a wall,
Watching me cross the street
I wonder how long it will be,
Before I'm sick of her,
And I no longer care
Where she goes or has been,
'Cause she's the new thing
'Cause she's the new thing
She is the new thing
'Cause she's the new thing
She is the new thing,
She is the new thing,
Another new thing,
Feel my stomach sink,
As I cast myself in
She is the new thing
Always the new thing
Staring at her,
Alterior girl
Once she had me on my knees,
Enamoured with disease
Now, she fails to impress
A different sickness
A different kind of sickness,
Lacking any interest
And I, sunk in apathy,
Totally absorbed in me
Sitting vacant on my own,
My senses lying prone
She was the new thing (x3)
Another new thing (x3)
She was the new thing
Another new thing
Feel my stomach sink
As I curse my slow limbs
She was the new thing
Another new thing,
Staring at her,
Alterior girl,
I cast myself into whatever she brings...
Another new
With sickness,
It ends how it begins:
First mine then hers,
And then the cycle blurs
Aas my actions reoccur
Through no fault of my own (x4)
I am a new thing (x4)
08 Sheena Is a Parasite (01:42)
Sheena is a champion of self-reliance
As soon as she needs it
She knows just where the knife is
Her fingers aren't so fast anymore
It's been 29 years since she came to these shores
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Send her back to the sea they cried
But Sheena spat bile 'til they let her lie
She claims she's working for the Lord
But you know what she's looking for
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena's ambition sneers at your routine and
Behind that glass she sits, cold
If Sheena was buried no one would care
She hates everyone she knows (no one)
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite
Send her back across the sea
Back across the sea
09 Thunderclaps (03:06)
Watch them speak in thunderclaps
No one more or much as Jack
It's a knock 'em dead show:
Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone
One more for the slaughterhouse
For the slaughterhouse
Force from the butcher, machine-like
One mighty hand at shoulder height
Feet tread heavy on the black floor,
Look at the breadth of those fingers
One more for the Chopping board
For the Chopping board
Cast me in this violent light,
Pull my hands from my eyes
Hours go by in thunderous form,
I can't go on I can't go on
I'll do myself in (x4)
11 A Train Roars (03:54)
Outside a Train roars,
The clatter is deafening
Louder than everything,
Drowns what you were saying
And the Boys get on the back of that train
Their clamour is deafening,
Louder than everything
And they accept no warning
And me in my brilliant red shirt
And my shirt hangs open at the neck
The Train is always passing through (x2)
Male passengers turn their heads,
Following the passage
Of a beautiful Ducchess
Running from carriage to carriage
And it ploughs through the city,
And everyone rides the Train
It ploughs a primal instinct
To rail against better sense
The train is always passing through (x4)
And me in my bloodstained shirt,
My body hangs open at the neck
It is always passing through, (x2)
The train is always passing through, (x2)
Through me (x3)
12 Death at the Chapel (02:19)
On a night of weddings he decides to change the setting,
And as he feels himself start to sicken,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Adjusts his goggles as the fog begins to thicken.
Under shadow of the chapel he saw Jimmy run for cover,
And pushing down on the accelerator,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Ducking down as the young man flew over the bonnet.
A heart as black as coffee he smashed into John and Betty,
Screaming, "No one will ever love you!"
Too late for John and Betty,
And the realisation hit them like a fist,
Like this.
You know what's next for Eddie as he dives behind a pillar,
Looking back on his motorcycle,
Oh too late for Eddie.
Turning around to face the cackle behind him
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