I Residents continuano la loro lotta contro la 'nazista'* musica commerciale, questa volta vanno all'attacco con un album dal titolo piuttosto diretto: il "Commercial Album".

Si tratta di quaranta tracce da un minuto e tre secondi l'una, un disco che è un puro sfottò alla musica commerciale dall'inizio fino alla fine, e tutto questo proprio nell'anno in cui il pop spopolò il mondo della musica: nel 1980. Le canzoni sono di una monotonia assoluta, sembrano quasi provenire tutte dallo stesso stampo, hanno un ritmo piuttosto incalzante ma i suoni psichedelici e folli con i quali i residenti lo accompagnano rendono le tracce rabbrividenti e ostili.

Le voci dei quattro occhioni sono distorte e piuttosto slegate fra loro nei fraseggi e questo forse è la cosa che rende più terrificante e tetro lo 'stile residents'. La campionatura degli strumenti musicali rende ancora più fredda l'atmosfera e ci fa intendere che dietro il brano non c'è alcuna passione, nessuna emozione, il brano è unicamente fine a se stesso, sono un ammasso di note piazzate lì senza la pretesa di esprimere ironicamente null'altro se non la nullità della musica commerciale, sfornata solamente per essere consumata.

Otto anni più tardi a questo album vennero aggiunte una serie di tracce molto 'residentsiane' che sono state dei pezzi clue nei successivi album dei Residents. Degne di nota sono soprattutto la pseudo-commerciale "Theme For An American TV Show" che, accompagnata da una sorda batteria campionata (la quale pare uscire da delle cuffie audio), personalmente ricorda vagamente "Sofa" del mitico Frank Zappa per la sua tipica sinfonia da pseudo-sigla televisiva; l'isterica "Were A Happy Family" che pare la sigla degli Happy Three Friends a differenza del fatto che in questa viene espresso in modo chiaro l'isteria del brano; e soprattutto le cover di "Jailhouse Rock", "This Is A Mans Mans Mans World" e "Hit The Road Jack" che richiamano in modo piuttosto esplicito 'The Third Reich'n'Roll', un album molto legato a quello in questione.

Insomma questo disco è 'semplicemente' un'ironica chiave di lettura del mondo della musica: una volta inserite le cuffie alle orecchie ed aver premuto play sarà automatico il chiedersi 'Ma cosa sto ascoltando?' e il silenzio sarà l'unica risposta obiettiva che otterremo.

*= vedi 'The Third Reich'n'Roll'

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01   Easter Woman (01:03)

Down, down down, down down, down down...

Easter woman came today
And took away my wife
Took her to an open doorway
To the afterlife

02   Perfect Love (01:03)

03   Picnic Boy (01:01)

04   End of Home (01:04)

Darkness fell upon the garden
As I sadly sat alone
Dreaming of the end of summer
And again the end of home
Our love was like a flowing river
Deeper still than what it seemed
It consumed my waking hours
Creeping deep into my dreams

05   Amber (01:02)

Life is just a situation
Life is just a game
Life is just a whirlpool
And it's calling out my name

Amber were the autumn leaves
And amber was her skin
Amber was the evening
When the whirlpool pulled her in

It was irresistible
Was what she used to say
Like the sound of running horses
Early in the day

06   Japanese Watercolor (01:02)

07   Secrets (01:03)

08   Die in Terror (01:03)

She said she wished to die in terror
Screaming in the night
To feel the crawling flesh of panic
As her hair turned white

She also had a pretty little
See-through negligee
I often wonder where she went
And if she got her way

09   Red Rider (01:02)

Cellar doors were open
For the storms were out that night
The light reflected from the leaves
The sky was still too bright

I saw her passing as the wind
Was rising in the air
She rode upon a red bicycle
And she had red hair

10   My Second Wife (01:02)

11   Floyd (01:03)

12   Suburban Bathers (01:04)

Suburban bathers own the sea
But just between you and me
The sun has never fully set
That's seen the bathers fully wet

I see the sea,
The sea sees me

They seem to run to morning light
And crash the boards between the night
If they'd learn to love themselves
They might survive the murky depths

I see the sea,
The sea sees me

If I'd learn to love myself
I might survive the murky depths

13   Dimples and Toes (01:03)

She is unhappy and even unkind
She would not listen but I do not mind
Kissing her dimples and touching her toes

She is attractive but very restrained
Slightly because of worry and strain
I was her father a long time ago
Kissing her dimples and touching her toes

14   The Nameless Souls (01:04)

She was just uncaring
She was just untrue
She was just indifferent
What else could she do?

I was just a stranger
I was just subdued
I was just uneasy
What else could I do?

We were just the nameless
Souls that sit inside
Wishing that we were
Someone on the outside
Wishing that we were
The ones on the outside
Wishing that we weren't
The ones who were stuck

15   Love Leaks Out (01:04)

Hour by hour
Day by day
Love leaks out
And goes away

16   Act of Being Polite (01:03)

I found her crying in the morning
Sitting in a chair
She was wrapping something up
And wrapping it with care

I did not mean to hurt her
When I fell asleep last night
I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite

Yes, I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite

17   Medicine Man (01:04)

18   Tragic Bells (01:03)

Tragic bells are ringing for me
Tragic bells are ringing in my ear again
And I don't know why I'm going on

19   Loss of Innocence (01:04)

Amusement parks are caked with sounds
A solid hunk of meat
A barker's sweat flings from his tongue
His tattoo shines with heat
A wary stranger stands and sways
Enraptured by his stance
Two-headed goats come stumbling by
And give a troubled glance
The barker looks into the eyes
The stranger tries to bend
The barker swears to more delights
For all who seek within
The stranger enters canvas doors
And smells the fresh cut hay
The barker points to Siamese twins
The stranger looks away
The eyes of horse faced women
Watch the few who wander through
They sense the tension in the air
And smell the sweet taboo
A heart beats fast against a chest
The stranger leaves the tent
The waves of people drown the sounds
Of loss of innocence

20   The Simple Song (01:02)

21   Ups and Downs (01:04)

She was opening up an elevator
On a rainy day
Sitting on a little stool
And looking far away

When I asked if she would like to take me
To another floor
She laughed and said she probably would
And then she closed the door

22   Possessions (01:03)

Some are into silver
Some are into gold
Some are into having
Something nice to hold

23   Give It to Someone Else (01:03)

I wanted to give it to someone else
And hear what they would say
I wanted to give it to someone else
And watch them as they played

I left it helpless all alone
And waiting on the floor
Squirming just a little bit
And looking at the door

He would take it as he wished
And I would listen in
Documenting as I would
The sound of slapping skin

24   Phantom (01:04)

25   Less Not More (01:03)

The railings of the bridge
Were moving by the glass
The opportunity to leave
Was coming up fast

The situation passed across my
Mind once more,
And I decided that I needed
Less not more
Less not more
Less not more

26   My Work Is So Behind (01:04)

Smoke was feeling up the house
A burning yearning heat
The cats were watching through the haze
And licking at their feet
They were licking at their feet

A caller came and looked at me
And asked me if I'd mind
I said I would not normally
My work is so behind
I'm just way behind

The fire it sparkled in his smile
And then beneath his skin
And so he jumped right in right in
And so he jumped right in

27   Birds in the Trees (01:04)

Birds in the trees
Shook dust from their wings
I thought of the heartaches
That shattered our love not long ago

Birds in the trees
Now asleep

28   Handful of Desire (01:04)

29   Moisture (01:04)

Someone saw a strange amount
Of moisture on her lips
And it was also seen upon
Her arms and on her hips

No one knows exactly who she was or how she died
But when they opened up her purse
They found a snail inside

30   Love Is... (01:03)

31   Troubled Man (01:04)

32   La La (01:04)

La, la-la
La, la-la
La, la, la
La, la-la
La, la-la
La, la, la
La, la-la
La, la-la
La, la, la

33   Loneliness (01:04)

I came upon it in the night
And left it in the rain
And from that moment to today
I've never been the same

I knew not what the weather meant
When he said goodbye
I only know this loneliness
Will never make me cry

Make me cry

34   Nice Old Man (01:04)

35   The Talk of Creatures (01:04)

Mumbling weighs upon my mind
The talk of creatures in my spine
A contest fought between two souls
To know which thought that each controls
They argue deep into the night
Displaying wrongs, inciting rights
They sing their songs with unknown tones
And keep the beat upon my bones

36   Fingertips (01:04)

Something faintly emanating
Perfume and decay
Whispered lightly in the wind
That she had got away

Longing for the touch of something
Soft upon my face
I thought about her fingertips
And not her lack of grace

37   In Between Dreams (01:04)

38   Margaret Freeman (01:03)

Margaret Freeman had a body
Unlike any I'd seen
It seemed to drip her mental thoughts
Like much too warm ice cream
One day while she washed the dishes
In the nude I saw
How her mother's sodden ways
Had rubbed her rib cage raw

39   The Coming of the Crow (01:04)

40   When We Were Young (01:02)

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