Cosa diavolo significa 'Tunng" non lo so, ma so che da stasera li associerò a qualcosa che tutti cerchiamo almeno per un po' nel quotidiano: tranquillità.
Ho cercato questo disco dopo avere ascoltato 'Bullets' su MTV alle 4 e mezza del mattino. Dopo averlo ascoltato sono rimasto folgorato dall'armonia delle tre voci, due maschili e una femminile, del gruppo. Il video poi è molto carino, vi rimando a YouTube per guardarlo.
Non so analizzare la musica, di teoria e storia musicale non ne so molto. Motivo per il quale, parlo di sensazioni... Perché in fondo, cos'è la musica se non l'arte di regalare emozioni attraverso un suono?
L'emozione che più traspare in questo disco è la calma.
I suoni sono ovattati, le chitarre ricamano e il pianoforte rifinisce pezzi davvero buoni.
Inutile fare un track-by-track, ma da citare ci sono sicuramente:
Bullets: Armonico e dolce, molto malinconico, con un finale incalzante.
Take: Con il suo ritmo latino, e accordi che danno il ritmo al pezzo.
Hands: Malinconia su arpeggio dolce.
Soup: Pezzo strumentale, carillon e chitarra creano una dolce ninna nanna fino all'urlo "Soup!" che trasforma la ninna nanna nell'unico pezzo con chitarre distorte.
String: Due minuti e quarantacinque secondi di pura dolcezza vocale.
I pezzi sono dolci, le voci sono melodiose e le canzoni scorrono veloci.
Disco per tutti i momenti, ma che secondo me dà il meglio di sè in un giorno di pioggia...
Un consiglio: ascoltatelo
Elenco tracce testi e video
02 Bricks (04:19)
The bicycles inside your skull
Send you away and out you go
Into the street where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you
And pin them up, to clouds and trees
And aggravate your paranoid
And shivering fears and rolling aches
Can you not see a star out there?
Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free
The lizard skins around yourself
Drop off and let the others through
In reds and whites and blacks and blues
Each facet shines or breaks anew
And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street
Where cars and trucks career through it
Until the ends get wrecked and split
Where all the doors are bright and free
And all the doors are bright and elegant and free
The sun revolves around the sun
And then around a bright black moon
And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon
And when your breakfast comes you're miles away
And all your eggs get cold
You're where the light is blinding bright
And all the windows tilt to you
Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free
Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free
03 Hands (03:40)
Hands
He stands with his head in his hands
In the corridor in A&E
He couldn't resucitate her
And now he'll go home to his wife for tea
We sing as the sky falls down
We sing as the sky collapses
And make what we can of this
It's okay, we're all going to end up dead and gone
He crawls into her aorta
To pull him out of his reverie
And mentally puts her back together
With sticks and glue until she breathes
He crawls like a rat inside her spine
It's a passage to another world
He pulls on a coat of new born skin
And sends a secret message to that girl
Positions himself in space
And looks down on such slight a thing
Swears he'll make what he can of this
Because one day out there we will all be dead
So leave your imprint upon
All the atoms you press against
All the people you press against
Because one day out there we will all be
Leave your imprint upon
Every mouth that you press against
Every word that you press against
It's okay because one day we will be dead
All the Lidl lights
04 Bullets (05:58)
Green hills and enemies
These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy if you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness
Just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do but they taste sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste
The air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes
And all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
Its hard to do but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden in the drought
To try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy then again we're not
We shout - through the endless doubt
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