“Phobia” è l’ultimo album in studio dei fratelli Davies, uscito nel marzo del 1993. Passata la sbornia creativa dei sessanta i nostri ritrovarono la retta via alla fine dei 70, proponendo il loro sound tinteggiato di un hard-rock “moderato” e infarcendo il tutto con un pizzico di elettronica. Questa china creativa si ritrova in album come “Give The People What They Want” e “State Of Confusion”, ma l’epilogo di carriera fu proprio “Phobia”.L’album vendette pochissimo facendo solo una breve comparsata oltre il 150imo posto di Billboard e fu in pratica la pietra tombale del gruppo. Giunti a quel punto della carriera i fratelli Davies, che erano sempre più litigiosi ed in contrasto tra loro, si videro anche scaricati dalla casa discografica e decisero di sciogliere la band. Io dico meglio così, la tempistica è stata perfetta. Vena creativa oramai appassita ma ultimo album non disprezzabile. Insomma un bel canto del cigno in piena regola. Una chiusura con stile che dovrebbe essere presa ad esempio da vecchie carcasse ancora in circolazione, che sculettano sul palco a 73 anni e suonano con eterna sigaretta in bocca e cappotto leopardato, cosi senza fare nomi eh…Ma credo sia utile far capire innanzitutto: come suona quest’album? Quale strada sonora hanno preso i Kinks nel 1993? Diciamo che questo “Phobia” ricalca quanto detto sopra: ritroviamo di base il loro sound “storico“, ma meno cabaret-garage e con un pizzico di energia rock in più e un ottimo lavoro di produzione. Insomma fuori dalle mode come sempre, ma allo stesso tempo modernizzati con discrezione. L’utilizzo dell’elettronica è molto limitato, in controtendenza con album quali “World Of Mouth” o “Give The People What They Want”…ma là eravamo ancora nel pieno degli anni ottanta.

Una volta nel lettore l’impostazione del disco è subito chiara: la scaletta sfodera brani rock e ballad praticamente in egual misura. Dopo il brevissimo “Opening” si parte con "Wall of Fire" un rokketone dall’incedere pesante e un po’ prevedibile,senza infamia e senza lode. Dello stesso genere ma molto meglio riuscite sono la già citata “Phobia” un tipico hard-rock alla Kinks con melodie efficaci e cambi di atmosfera e cori in profusione, la rauca "Drift Away" e la grintose "Babies" e "Over the Edge" dove sembra di tornare indietro di almeno 25 anni e sentire I kinks più classici ed il loro ritmo incalzante. Tra il discreto ed il buone sono le ballate "Only a Dream" malinconica e dal leggero sapore beatlesiano e "The Informer" sulla stessa falsariga; forse anche un pò meglio é "Still Searching", una semi-ballata mid tempo riflessivo e dal testo dolce-amaro. Ma il brano di punta è "Don't"che è relativamente famosa e loro ultimo brano abbastanza noto. Mi ricordo di averla sentita spesso alla radio all’epoca. Ben costruita e dalla melodia azzeccata. Piuttosto piatte e senza picchi sono "It's Alright (Don't Think About It)" un hard rock puro, quasi hair-metal, aggressiva e seriosa ma un pò piatta, "Somebody Stole My Car" superflua e tirata per i capelli e "Scattered" altro brano di troppo, un pò banalotta e telefonata. Ma per fortuna l’album chiude più che dignitosamente con la ottima "Did Ya" dal loro sound tipico. Il canto mi ricorda vagamente certo modo beffardo di cantare di Bob Dylan. Da segnalare per ultimo l’estraniata "Close to the Wire" un brano di rock desertico di stampo USA e abbastanza cupo, con chitarra in evidenza. La versione in cd con il brano extra “Did Ya” (che usci inizialmente solo come singolo) dura ben 71 minuti. Ora…va bene che fa sempre piacere una canzone in più che una in meno parlando di Kinks, ma a mio personalissimo parere si poteva evitare di inserire qualche brano simil- rokkettaro e almeno una in meno tra le varie ballad presenti le quali, pur buone, danno un po’ tutte il senso di essere dei cloni di una stessa madre.

Le mie considerazioni: lungi da ma fare del revisionismo, ma vi dico subito che una chance a questo lavoro io gliela do. Non siamo ai livelli di lavori come “FaceTo Face”, “Lola”o altri ben noti, ma questo platter si ritaglia un suo spazio di nicchia ben preciso. E purtroppo vedo che spesso sui siti specializzati più che stroncato è proprio…..trascurato. Ed invece è un lavoro dignitosissimo che meriterebbe di essere citato ogni tanto. Qui il songwriting a mio avviso è sempre di livello medio-buono. Se devo scegliere una ciofeca degli ultimi 10 anni di carriera dei Kinks prendo senza dubbio “Think Visual” che suona come se i quattro giocassero a fare se stessi in versione hair-metal radiofonico. Un disco che definirei plasticoso e pacchianotto.Diciamo che “Phobia” è un album forse troppo lungo e senza grandi guizzi ma allo stesso tempo solido e di qualità mediamente buona e comunque qualche impennata quà e là è ben presente. Soprattutto mostra ancora quelli che sono sempre stati i punti di forza della band: belle melodie, buon gusto compositivo e i tipici testi oscillanti tra il sardonico-sociale e il disilluso, con l’aggiunta di un pizzico di introspezione.

Nel complesso a mio avviso si assicura le tre stelle piene. Ma sarebbero tre e mezzo.

Piccolo amarcord personale. Quando cominciai a interessarmi alla musica dei Kinks era stato cronologicamente circa un anno o due dopo l’uscita di questo album, verso il 1994-95. Ovviamente cominciai dal principio della loro discografia e snobbai le ultime uscite: mi procurai in breve tempo parecchi loro lavori “storici” dei sixties che apprezzai notevolmente ma non mi spinsi mai ad indagare gli ultimi anni della loro attività discografica. Però paradossalmente mi ricordo che attendevo con impazienza l’uscita del nuovo album, cioè del seguito di “Phobia” (che non cagavo minimamente) ma quando alla fine del 1996 venni a sapere dello scioglimento del gruppo ci rimasi di sasso. Allora, per una sorta di processo mentale, cominciai a “cristallizzare” il tutto e considerare “storica” anche roba come “Think Visual” e “UK Jive” che all’epoca erano ancora lavori anagraficamente abbastanza freschi e recenti. Cominciai così la rincorsa alla discografia minore che mi portò qualche tempo dopo all’acquisto di questo lavoro, acquisto del quale non posso dire di essermi pentito.

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01   Opening (00:38)

Instrumental

02   Wall of Fire (05:01)

03   Drift Away (05:05)

Drift away, just drift away
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
They say there's gonna be a river of blood
It's apocalypse now
So we're waiting for the flood
The ice is gonna melt, the water gonna rise
And we'll all go to hell
So they're keeping us advised
While the dollar falls down
The yen gonna climb
It's a moral decline
And I'm losing my mind
I think I'll just drift away
To that island of my dreams
Live in total fantasy
Close my eyes and drift away

Back in the real world
There's tension everywhere
And the smell of fear
Keeps hanging around and polluting the air
The man on the news is going over the top
Now he'll say anything so his show don't flop
Wall Street's down, so what
And according to astute market analysis
The world's gonna stop
they shout the story to the nation
Pass on the panic to the population
This is the end of civilization
It's all over now

Chorus:
Meanwhile, I just drift away
To my island in the sun
Imaginary paradise, perfection
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
Drift away (drift away)
Drift away (drift away)
Drift away (drift away)

Now all the politicians are running out of hope
They've burned all their bridges
Now they just can't cope
And who do we blame now we're all going broke?
It's that man over there
Who's hanging from a rope
Newsmen winding up the nation
A little bad news helps circulation
Pass on the panic to the population
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over now

Times like this, I just drift away
To my tropical fantasy
Living on coconuts growing on the trees
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
Drift away, drift away, drift away
It's apocalypse now, drift away
Rivers of blood, drift away
And the man on the news is going over the top

04   Still Searching (04:52)

I'm a drifter who has lost his way
And I'm still searching for my dream
A wandering nomad with no home to stay
Just like a gypsy or a refugee
Lookin' at another sign for another town
Wondering if I'm ever gonna settle down
Or am I gonna keep on searchin' till my dying day

Chorus:
Still searching, still searching, still lookin', all alone
Till I find myself a home
Still searching, still searching, just like a rolling stone
Destination still unknown
When all my energy starts letting me down
I get this feeling I'll be still wandering 'round
Still searching, still workin', still lookin'
Until I find a way

This world is full of restless souls
Sleeping rough and living day to day
Drifters who left families wondering why they went away
Perhaps that's how I wanna be
While I'm looking for some peace of mind
How can I find security?
A restless spirit who can't reach his goal
Can't find a home until I've found my soul
Still hitchin' rides and lookin' for a place to go

Chorus

Still searching, still searching, still searching
Until my dying day, oh yeah
Why? yeah
Surprise, surprise
Still searching, still workin', still lookin'
Until I find my way
I'm a drifter who has lost his way
And I'm still searching for my dream

05   Phobia (05:16)

Everybody got something hidden
In a darkness deep inside
Everybody gotta fatal flaw
Everybody got something to hide
Take a look into my eyes
See the fear and silent cries - phobia
Deep inside, take another look at it - phobia
Everybody got a phobia
Take another look, what you got - phobia
There are alleyways of your psyche
That have gotta be analyzed
Psychological penetration
Of the fear you cannot hide
There's a key to a door to be opened
And I wanna take a look inside
And in the darkest shadow of your mind
What you gonna find?
Phobia

Out under a technicolor ray
It all disappears on a bright, sunny day
But even on a crowded street
Somebody you might meet
Might trigger a repeat of phobia
Strikes again, fear of fire and being buried alive
Dizzy heights, wire coat hangers
Things that crawl and go bump in the night - phobia
Fear of germs
Creepy crawlies that make you squirm - phobia
Images of long ago, memories that you hardly know
A minor childhood incident
Triggering something deep below
Spiders' webs and black cats
Cockroaches and sewer rats
Full moons and witches hats
Creepy crawlies, vampire bats - phobia
I'm talking about phobia

Crowded rooms, too many faces
Suffocation, open spaces
Everybody gotta weird sensation
That they wanna keep trapped inside
Maybe it's a sexual deviation
Hiding beneath a respectable guise
If you are of this persuasion
There is just one explanation - phobia
Started out a long time ago - phobia
When you were small you may have seen a sight
But you were too young to know - phobia
What you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, what you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, take another look, what you got?
Everybody got phobia, what you got?
Phobia

06   Only a Dream (05:04)

07   Don't (04:36)

08   Babies (04:47)

09   Over the Edge (04:20)

10   Surviving (06:00)

Look at us here today
Lots of talking with nothing to say
And if I seem somewhat vague
It's because I'm somewhat afraid
I'm surviving, that's all I am
I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving, that's my plan
Just surviving

Yesterday, I was sure
But today I don't know anymore
Thought I was brave till I saw
My frightened reflection in a dark corridor
Now I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving with an emotional plan
I'm surviving, so please understand
I'm surviving, surviving

There are millions of people out there
Trying to get by in a world that don't care
People smiling through clouds of despair
Protecting the wounds until they repair
They're surviving the best way they can
They are surviving every woman and man
Just surviving with an emotion plan
So keep surviving

Maybe it's my shattered pride
That's why I get scared of emotional ties
Don't let them in, otherwise
You'll smile like a fool
But you'll be hurting inside
So I'm surviving through the insecurity
I am surviving, I got hope inside of me
So I'm smiling through all the insanity
I'm surviving, surviving

I was moved by the way that you said
Don't be afraid, I won't leave you for dead
You took my soul and mixed up my head
You left me alive
You should have killed me instead
Now I'm surviving, that's all I am
I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving, that's my plan
I'm surviving, surviving
Surviving

11   It's Alright (Don't Think About It) (03:34)

12   The Informer (04:03)

13   Hatred (A Duet) (06:06)

14   Somebody Stole My Car (04:04)

That's life in the big city
You beg for mercy but you got no pity
Low-life zero mentality
Vandalized victims of depravity
Fast food, take-out mentality
Where the dogs eat the dogs
And the innocent bleed
The city can't cope and the cops don't care
There's fear in the streets
It's a jungle out there
I don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it

Chorus:
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my automobile
They ripped off the radio and sold the wheels
And if it's happened to you
Then you know how I feel
Somebody stole my car

somebody stole my car
I left it parked outside of my home
It had a new A/C and a cellular phone
And I'm as sick as a dog
'Cos I'm still paying off the loan
Somebody stole my car

That's life in the metropolis
Living on credit and overdrawn interest
Craving commercialized commodities
Everything advertised, stirring up greed
Everyday I wonder why
Everyday I can't get away
The city's in debt, up past its ears
Yet we still borrow more
And pay it back next year
Now I'm paying for a car that I no longer own
And the next time anybody offers me a loan
I'll say I don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it

Somebody stole my car
It's just been cleaned and I've just had it taxed
It had brand-new stereo speakers in the back
And I call up the cops
With a panic attack
Somebody stole my car

Somebody stole my car
I bet they're riding around and running red lights
Got chicks in the back and ballin' all night
While I sit at home
Getting more uptight
Somebody stole my car

Chorus

Don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my car

That life in the metropolis
Possessions mean nothing in a world like this
Some punks wanna ride and they see my car
So they take it, shake it
Burn it up and break it
Hey, that's my car
Somebody stole my car

15   Close to the Wire (04:01)

A hopeful adventure
Got missionary ways
Could start in the jungle
Feel this way

16   Scattered (04:10)

Like a seed that is sewn
All the children are scattered
By a breeze that is blown
Now the crops are all scattered
We are torn, we are shattered
Now some of us are barmy and battered
And the fields where we gathered
Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
Through it all we were scattered

To the fields we are scattered
From the day we are born
To grow wild and sleep rough
Till from the earth we are torn
And a soul that is free
Can live on eternally
And the spirit can live on
Though it's scattered in the world beyond
And I've been out of my mind
Ever since she's been gone

I look around that empty room
No sight nor sound
She's left so soon
She's out of view
But the I find
Those scattered clues she left behind
A photograph with a smiling face
A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
I guess I'll never see her again

Now my life is all scattered
Ever since she's been gone
I feel older, I feel fatter
I feel the blues coming on
We get bruised
We get battered
But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered
And with emotional glue
We're gonna stick together, body and mind

Ever since she went away
I've been alone to contemplate
Time and space and why world's move
While sitting in my solitude
I've watched the stars and wondered why
They're scattered up there in the sky
And is she up there out of view
On some higher platitude

I wish I knew
Wish I could prove
The reason why this life on earth
Is scattered like the universe
I'm scattered here and scattered there
Bits of me scattered everywhere

To the fields we are scattered
Then from the dust we are born
We survive somewhat battered
To a new life, a new dawn
IN the end what will it matter
There'll only be my ashes to scatter
And all the logical answers
To a worrying mind
Will be scattered in time
Beaten and battered
To the earth you are scattered
You're going home so what does it matter
To an atomic mind
Scattered here while you travel time

17   Did Ya (04:32)

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