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...parlavate del senso della vita ed il disinteresse dell'arte. Ecco, la musica è legata ben poco alla realtà o meglio anche se è legata, lo è senza ideologie, meccanicamente, come un suono vuoto senza associazioni, e tuttavia la musica per qualche miracolo penetra l'animo umano. Cosa risuona in noi in risposta ad un rumore elevato ad armonia e come si trasforma per noi quella fonte di immenso piacere ed unisce e commuove, a cosa serve questo e soprattutto a chi!? ... (Stalker di Andrej Tarkovskij)
Che ruffianata di frase eh......!
Ma era da tempo che volevo recensire questi due baldi giovani Cedric Bixler Zavala e Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez.
Disquisire sulle velleità della band suona un po' come dare un calcio ad un sasso, sfasciarti le tue belle scarpe da 200 euro e rendersi conto che quel sasso altri non è, che la punta di un immenso macigno sotterrato.
Diciamo quindi che ti sei appena distrutto un piede per prendere a calci qualcosa più grande di te.
Piccola disattenzione.
Gente eclettica questa, ma claustrofobica nei panni post-Hardcore dei At the Drive-In (1994 - 2003), lo dimostreranno i due progetti paralleli con i De Facto (1999 - in attività) ed i The Mars Volta (2001 - in attività).
Cosa ci potresti trovare nella loro estesissima discografia? Canzonature bizzarre e strampalate??? L'ardir soggiace in quanto ancor oggetto di studio ...o perle psichedeliche di rara bellezza, figlie del più ispirato Fripp!? Eh basta! avete rotto i coglioni cò sti qua!!! Ma BBaffanculo va!
Si perché la prima cosa che ti viene in mente ascoltando Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez è: Fripp suona Zappa o forse Zappa suona Fripp, o era Hendrix???
Esagero? Sicuramente, ma questi o imitano, prendendoci tutti per il culo, o fanno sul serio e noi non ci capiamo più un GAZZO!
Capacità lisergica e avanguardistica da spacciatori d'altri tempi! tiè questi sembrano più Zè Pequeno e Bené pronti all'ennesimo colpaccio con le loro ultime bandSSSsssssssssS!
Un eclettismo il cui risultato è un'eufonia quanto mai audace, che produce nelle proprie velleità, sonorità a noi ostiche, cacofoniche se non addirittura irregolari; decontestualizzate da una logica musicale comune, proiettata in un processo stocastico, dettato da improvvisi intermezzi alienati e lucidi, paranoici e asettici.
Le strutture armoniche evolvono sperimentali e olistiche, ma mai aleatorie, in alcuni tratti addirittura, sino a rallentarsi, se non fermarsi ...del tutto e BooooOOOM JaaaaAAAAAaaaaazz-PrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOooooooooG!
Coefficienti che esercitino le proprie apparenti irragionevolezze al di là dei confini del linguaggio musicale a noi conosciuto, per consolidare quei stilemi, configuranti la band.
Gente di sicuro non indifferente neanche al genio criptico di John Cage anzichenò.
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01 Vicarious Atonement (07:21)
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem firstborn
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance
(I know I had the chance
I know I had)
Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges God damns my name
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
02 Tetragrammaton (16:43)
Tell me it's over
Rusbel awaits
I've been to the surface
And nothing is there
Eyelids sank muffled
In the nerve aura sound
But when she awakes
Will she still be with us
My heart is darkclots
Leap year is late
How did you get here
Ask all but the bait
From a Christ that went hissing
Constricting his cells
We summon by candle by book and by bell
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
The sermon goes mourning
Pricking its hail
Slothful the child
That preys on the seed
Shall behead the drought
Wound under sleeves
I hope you have room
In a thicket of vines
Give me a moment
To claim what you've stole
The streets will hang high
Stretched ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
Then so long
Dear mnemonic
Assume the form
You've given me and I'll spill
Now hold on
Just hold my hand
Say that they made you
But you brought your own leash
Tell me no more
Say I'm the last one
Say I'm the last one
Outside
By the drift
You read my will
Of thread and itch
Failure to comply
As failure to decease
And still you won't know everything
I've built the fall
Sulking drained the fall of my pale will
Swarming by your steps
Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts
It only meant to drape a plastic
Over the stuck pig scalp of head
To cover the sock where the flatline had spread
The kiosk in my temporal lobe
Is shaped like Rosalyn Carter
She says my map is home again
But torn face down
I have only but a million blemishes
To tell you all about
In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out
Gas me the hind
Of your five legged snare
Tooth picks the eye
But no things there
Down drags your waltz
Cross the altar top
From a sleep that
Deprivation knew
Trespass your form
I'm void of dusk
I'd ask to look
Bus the mask stays on
You'll levitate
Teutonic print
Cruelty is the wrath
Of my instrument
In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out
You locked the cuffs
Arsenic erupts
Will you drink the shadow
Of my red hair
You and your false
Witness to God
You've one in the chamber
But your finger got stuck
Let slip the sound
Of a cry for help
But all was lose
On the night you walked
Palms speak through eyes
Serve your memory lost
I contaminate with insignias
In the end they just gagged me
To make him come out
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
Wait till I get my hands on you
I won't forgive a face that lift me
Just you wait
Till I get my hands on you
I can't
You won't remember
Unwrap my corpse
And let it thaw
In the eye of the needle
I can't get out
They'll check my wrist
I'll fake a pulse
I'm not the human
You thought I was
If you pet the night
Sixth pentacle dice
If you role the seven
St. Michael dies
They'll be no ransom
Don't shut my mouth
I scald the answer
You're afraid of
03 Vermicide (04:17)
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My faith burnt every house
Like no other manger
I am emptier with doubt
Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
When I became your larvae
You fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous
Sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel
Skinless trace of time
Wear your cobwebs proudly
In your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage
These pews bend back your knees
That uniform it wears you
When the ultimatum pleads
Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
That cesspool it becomes you
Just north of the eyebrows
Squat the hole for a pucker
When the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient
Waiting to engulf
There is plasma from this hoax
Pretending to be us
Embalming all the fluids I must I must
I prefer to burn it I must I must
04 Meccamputechture (11:04)
Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit
Of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Pour from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young
They needed those locks of dirty red hair
A Necklace of follicles
With sabertooth monocles
They want a bouquet of black rose gems
Castrating kisses
Stalagtite stems
They went and built a capsule
In the cyanide pond
Where the holiest of water
Would have you to drown
Tomorrow we forget
Because now has never left
You gotta find my body
In the mechacontext
You give me a corpse
You live in it now
You stir from a camp
Nourishment plows
Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
The dirt is turning Christ
To make repent again
So I've heard
They're cutting
All the youngest ones
Said this dirt is turning Christ
To make repent his lust
So I've heard
That the puppet
Tugs its pull
Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has chosen to help
The shovels that bury me
Nova meat
The prude slit whisper
Of bovine heaps
Strapped to unearth
Of mantis flowers
Prunefingers who tug
In a zealot's shroud
I will scald supreme truth
As it touches this house
I wall scald supreme truth
Please dismantle
All these phantom limbs
It's the evidence
Of humans as ornaments
Scald supreme truth as
It touches this house
[Chorus]
It lacks a human pulse
05 Asilos Magdalena (06:36)
Enfermo llegué
Y para componerme
Ando de vago
No me des tu obediencia
Porque te enseño mi cuerpo de lodo
De donde la piel estubo debil
Con una hambre que no me deje cantar
En mi vida
El oscuro me mantiene
Cuando yo te vi
En la lluvia me
Prometistes tu sangre
Yo no me quedo
Ya que calle de este mundo
Cargo un navaja dios mio para ti
Cuantas veces me mordiste
Y cuantas veces yo me fui
Ya no estoy enamorado
Con tus mentiras
Pa el infierno me duermo
Porque el infierno es la unica verdad
En me vida
El oscuro me mantiene
Cuando yo te vi
En la lluvia me
Prometiste tu sangre
Yo no me quedo
Estrella de la mañana
Samael te persigo a ti
Y si me quemo sin alas
Además me muero por ti
06 Viscera Eyes (09:25)
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladrón cuenta se dio
Trapa mal hecho de trampas
Te lo juro que yo si te mato
Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate
Quien era el mas poderoso
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Are but a crown of magnets
They fold the shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
ay mi hija me llores
Porque yo te quito de esta cruz
A noche te vi caminando
Sin la alma de tu cuerpo
En los brasos
Sin luz
Stains fall into the brick wall severed
Four of them were watching
While the other three did hide
The culprit spat the seed
From a podium of glass
Shattering the sigil
That you thought was deitized
Don't let me, don't let me go
There is a venom in numerical eyes
Your convalescent thorns
Are but a crown of maggots
They rot the shakes inside that third glass eye
Come on and give it to me
Come on and die
In your viscera eyes
Cateracts close the blinds
Let me let comfort come drown by your side
Wait
I've seen the arc shake
From your mnemonic tongue
But the braille
That you weave
Of itself, it shall read aloud
Yes it will
I said she's falling, she's still falling
But no one wants to come
She's crawling, she's still crawling
On your burial ground
07 Day of the Baphomets (11:58)
Sawing off the pavement
Repenting their past lives
Might I be the only payment left
To be left behind
Clay and pigment footsteps
Rush it boiling clean
Our bull let in linguistics
That only we can breathe
I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer
Fondling with pitchforks
In a cattle prodded sea
Signaling the sedatives
To emaciate their queen
Bowing in constriction
Anytime you leave
We snuffed ourselves an angel
And cut her by the wings
I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepultures
Raise your entrails as an offer
In my sight
I was born
To bring death at the footsteps of your home
Tonight
I have sewn
All the hair and crooked nails
That you all have worn
While your wife
Sits at home
I plant the vermin
Because she needs it so
How long must we fold by hand
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the anecdote
After all we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
Poachers in your home
Poaches in your home
How long must we fold by hand
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the anecdote
After all we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
Fold the river by the lips
As a cruel and smothered wind
Fits the cash with ornaments
Dawn is nodding off again
Raised the braille to read it clear
Gathered by the cholera
Rinse the burns in cauldrons
Help the palm we see a lens
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument
I am the reason
Four your missing child
They might be home
But there's no trace
Under your pillow
I have left a spine
Oh the things we do
When you're away
I saw the message
That you wrote in the sand
Dismembered hints that carve away
The anesthetic of your gospel said
Put a muzzle on the lamb
Give me one page
Give me one page
Make it blank
Mace that I leak
Will rain
Give me one page
Give me one page
Make it blank
Race I inflict
Your way
Maybe one day you'll stop and realize
The throne that you serve is dead
Give me a plague
Give me a plague
Make it blank
Nothing you own is safe
08 El Ciervo Vulnerado (08:59)
I've been drinking mirror again
The closer we part
I needed to touch your lips
With the nail in my heart
The night that you caught me
My coffin did walk
I fell at your mercy
I fell in your grave
Meccamputechture
That stands in my way
The younger I stay
An elderly child
The longer the mirror gives birth
To the death I file
If you consume me I will not let you go
If you walk right through me
My voice will taint your throat
Blessed be the wrong I've done
Someone is watching us
Someone has found
Fluorescent ligaments
On a black and white tile
Why do you call them
If your kingdom won't come
The younger I stay
Forever I rot
If you consume me I will not let you go
If you walk right through me
My voice will taint your throat
Bless be the wrong you've done
Because the flies my mouth spill
Bare the children at play
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Giovani uomini, finalmente, accendono il cervello in ogni suo angolo sino al più remoto.
Il fisico nucleare fa Musica musica per gente che ascolta musica, questo sono ora i Volta e non ci sono cazzi che tengono nedeqqà, nedellà.
