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Leggerete il titolo dell'album, leggerete il nome del gruppo, leggerete i primi 3 righi di questa inutile recensione e come al solito affermerete nella vostra confusionaria e intellettualoide mente: “eccheppalle, ancora il The all'inizio del nome e la S alla fine, ancora inglesi, ancora sfigati, ancora pop punk 'art' wave, ancora 20 euro da buttare nel cesso...”.
Si, è così ancora una volta. Vengono da Londra (che novità!) e fanno la solita roba poco diversa dalla solita paccottiglia di Bloc Party, Maximo park e Franz Ferdinand. Anche se ormai ci siamo rassegnati a veder uscire questi esordi tutte le settimane, sappiamo benissimo che tra di essi ogni tanto c'è qualcosa di orecchiabile, qualcosa di de-gustabile. Stiamo parlando di un buon esordio che anche se simile ai suoi coetanei, spesso ti porta a muovere il piedino, a canticchiare e a farti sbattere la testa contro il vetro della tua nuovissima automobile.
I brani viaggiano tutti sulla stessa misura d'onda, e portano la voce di un certo Alan Donohoe, simil Strokes/Futureheads. Le influenze perciò sono le solite: anni '80, new wave, punk '77, e post punk in generale, passando così da nomi del calibro di Buzzcocks, Gang Of Four, The Fall, Wire... In questo Capture/Release troviamo così brani come “Retreat”, “Binary Love”, “Work, Work, Work (Pub, Club, Sleep)”, “Terror!” che ci trasportano da subito indietro nel tempo grazie a splendidi riff chitarristici e drummate classiche eighties. Ma in tutto questo c'è lo zampino di Paul Epworth, già de-naturans e mentore di Bloc Party e Maximo Park.
Possiamo così infine dire, che questo è un disco pop acuto e scanzonato, con grandi riflessioni nei testi di natura sdolcinata o comunque riguardanti storie di vita quotidiana, un disco semplice, ma non troppo banale, consigliato ai ragazzini che vogliono imitare i giovanotti inglesi, e ai più grandi waver che non si scordano mai le sere passate sul lettuccio ad ascoltare Marquee Moon dei Television.
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01 Strasbourg (02:30)
I'll meet you in West Germany
October 1983
I know the freedom was a lie
and you husband was a spy
You say that words are impotent
But they can help us pay the rent
I knew for sure there was nothing left
Except the vodka on your breath
We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir HeldenWe meet in Strasbourg
The courage that your father plucked
From inside a cattle truck
Will help us fix the exit polls
Our children must have rock'n'roll
Surveillance cameras captured dawn
Breaking on the autobahn
I knew for sure our chance was blown
When rifles made you feel at home
We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir Helden
We meet in Strasbourg
We meet in Strasbourg
In Strasbourg
Dann sind wir Helden
We meet in Strasbourg
Eins, zwei, drei, vier
deas can change the government
But they never listen to our arguments
On TV our friends smashed cement
And pulled down the bastards monuments
I went outside for a cigarette
I could see things I had tried to forget
The news showed us who we had left
And I could smell the vodka on your breath
02 Retreat (02:58)
I'm walking unknown territory
Where the sun's not shining
There's nothing golden about Golden Lane
The smoke is heavy in my lungs and the adverts are working
I just can't sell for who or what I am
I don't wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a third night in a row
Should I give my money to a good cause
Or save for a holiday
In a couple of months I could be in paradise
But the girl at the bar is well nice and she's looking over
It's only right that I get the next round in
I don't wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a fifth night in a row
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Wake up, go out, again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Hook up, again, this time, next week!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Wake up, go out, again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Hook up, again, this time, next week!
I don't wanna miss out on anything
At the same time I feel the need to retreat
Everything is temporary these days
Might as well go out for a fifth night in a row
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Wake up, go out, again, repeat!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Hook up, again, this time, next week!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Walk home, come down, retreat, to sleep!
Hook up, again, this time, next week!
03 22 Grand Job (01:46)
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city that sounds nice, it's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city that sounds nice, it's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
Girl from work, looks alright
But the lights are too bright
Bloke in sales likes her too
What am I supposed to do?
But he's earning 28
And I'm on 22
It's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city that sounds nice, it's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
Down to Old Street Thursday night
In the city that sounds nice
Talking shop with my colleges
Did we do the same degree?
You've said less to me all week
Got to go home, in early
That's alright, that's alright
If the money is alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city it's alright
22 grand job, in the city that sounds nice, it's alright, it's alright
In the city it's alright
22 grand job
22 grand job
22 grand job
22 grand job
In the city that sounds nice
04 Open Book (02:17)
You are not an open book
I can't do nothing 'bout that
But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn
What am I doing up at the witching hour?
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Pick up a book, put down a book
Turn on the TV
It's 2 AM, there's nothing on
I just need something to focus on
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Things are going to slide
Slide out of control
I hope that you come back
I can't eat, can't sleep
When I close my eyes
The thought of you denies
Me, the rest, and the air
That I need
The longer you are far from me
The more I drift away
I didn't see the warning signs
I was falling through the cracks
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
Oh-o-oh-o
You are not
An open book
I am worn and torn
I am overdrawn
05 The Guilt (03:47)
I just woke up
Everything was fucked
From the night before
I was beyond repair
I had just woke up
Everything was wrong
All the cats were dead
And the phones were gone
I had just woke up
Like a heart attack
I weren't coming back
And mum was dressed in black
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
I had just woke up
In someone elses bed
She was overweight
Who did I do last night?
I felt paradise
In between girl's thighs
It was quick and nice
The feelings cold as ice
I could hardly walk
And I had the shakes
Had to eat some fruit
Or I was gonna faint
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
I need one day a week
For my cuts to heal
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes
If work only knew
What I got up to
At the weekend
They wouldn't speak to me
Or pretend to be my friends
Take every Monday off
With my blood shot eyes
With my blood shot eyes
I had just woke up
I had just woke up
Everything was fucked
Everything was fucked
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
The guilt won't leave my circulation
06 Binary Love (03:45)
Don't you ever pretend
That we are more than friends?
Despite the metal and wires
I still have human desires
I'll wait here til the end
For my dividend
And when I turn off the lights
I'll wait here til the end
Over and over she burns my circuits
I feel fire rushing through my wires
I can feel all the things that we can't share
When I hear your voice
It fills me with noise
Was this meant to be?
Are you corrupting me?
Can't you just pretend
That we are more than friends?
Despite the metal and wires
I still have human desires
Over and over she burns my circuits
I feel fire rushing through my wires
I can feel all the things that we can't share
Over and over she burns my circuits
I feel fire rushing through my wires
I can feel all the things that we can't share
The satellites connecting us, protecting us
Our makers have neglected us
It's not their fault
It's just the way
Over and over she burns my circuits
I feel fire rushing through my wires
I can feel all the things that we can't share
La la la...
I can feel all the things that we can't share
07 We Are All Animals (04:08)
We are the animals
Who have lost our hair
Retained, some of our teeth
And gained a choice
We'll chase food, money and sex
Until satisfied
Then, when it's time to rest
Ask 'whats next?'
We are all animals (x4)
It's hard enough to retain control
When our instincts are egging us on
With biologists and chemists
Reducing our souls
To four letters
And when we think about it
We're like a masterpiece
Who's glimpsed the artist
We are the machines
Carrying on various genes
Then discarded
When the job is done
We are the disciples
Who have lost our way
Kicked from our pedestal
When Darwin burnt the book
Its hard enough to retain control
When our instincts are egging us on
With biologists and chemists
Reducing our souls
To four letters
When genes replace Genesis
We're like a masterpiece
Who's glimpsed the artist
We liked to think we had a special place
As if stars revolved around the human race
But we're just mammals, just primates
Like chimps or g'rillaz
We see the hair on our face
And look at another primate
You and I, we relate
08 Violent (02:34)
I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse,
You're violent, violent,
They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground,
You're violent, violent,
Took you to a part of town, when amber calming people down,
It's no use, you're violent,
Just what everybody needs, another fucking gallery,
You're violent, vi - o - lent.
We'll take your dreams or lack of money,
We'll take your dreams or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent).
You would always around, the dangerous part of town,
For some excuse, for violence,
Bumping, into those with bling bling, on their wrists,
You're violent, violent,
Mum said keep an eye on you, she's scared of what you might do,
Your future, is over,
I would be amazed if you made it past 25,
You?re violent, vi - o - lent.
We'll take your dreams or lack of money,
We'll take your dreams or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent).
Introduce you some new friends, that would be the end of them,
You're violent, you'd eat them,
Gave you a chance to be a part of their society,
It's no use, you'd eat them,
People would run away, when the???
You're violent, violent,
Demonic males are bound to fail, in the ground or in jail,
Violent, vi - o - lent.
We'll take your dreams or lack of money,
We'll take your dreams or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money, (violent),
We'll take your dreams, (violent),
Or lack of money,
Violent.
09 T Bone (03:36)
Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill
Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat
I went at first looking for assistance
T-Bone burst in with both guns blazing
T-Bone
Clear out the till
Mother spilled her veils and her baby's milk
When I walk past in my balaclava
Stepping through glass and past a cadaver
Up to the counter, I could smell the sulphur
Honey
Makes me feel ill
T-Bone
Clear out the till
I took two hills with both rifles empty
I ran for miles when T-Bone went to town
As he ran around, the people had their hands up
All that he found was his next victim
Honey
Makes me feel ill
T-Bone
Clear out the till
T-Bone
T-Bone
T-Bone
10 Terror! (02:54)
Baby don't go
To the haunted hotel
Got a really bad feeling
In my lungs and my bones
Science can't save you
And your parents are away
On holiday in Mexico
Buying trinkets in the town
The haunted hotel
In a dream that I've been having
Has got me waking up sweating
Afraid to turn on the news
My internal dialogue
Is rutted and confused
Trying to find some peace and quiet
But the damage was done
And my job in the city won't matter no more
When the network is down and my flesh is all torn
Baby stay here
In the shadow of the buildings
In familiar surroundings
In your safety zone
Every plane is a missile
Every suitcase a bomb
There's no reason in my head now
Only fear in my bones
11 Work, Work, Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) (04:05)
Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks
Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again
In the back of my head
I'll smash your fucking face in
Ok, that's it, take a deep breath
I've got to get out of here
I've got to clear my head
I've got to clear my head
It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
I've got the same shirt on for two days in a row
With a soya sauce stain so everyone knows
Can shower and scrub
Still smell like the smoking bit in a Weatherspoons pub
I'll have my lunch early, get some sugar in my blood
My clothes still smell of last night
I've got to clear my head
It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Why do these tourists walk so slow?
Especially now I've got somewhere to go?
And a posh sounding girl, going on and on
About her dog and Mr. Morgan
It sounds so funny when I hear you calling!
Mum be like 'boy what you doing?'
Please shut up and try and sound confident
In a crap job when your minicourse is done
It's all these words, ideas and different arguments
Someone's always talking when I try to make some sense
From all this stress that is constantly going on
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
Lean back, stare up at the ceiling
I just drift along with no focus or meaning
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