Formatisi nella comune multimediale del "Lypton Village" (uno dei circoli artistico-culturali più importanti di Dublino) i Virgin Prunes rappresentarono una singolare avventura all'interno della scena dark-wave britannica di inizio anni '80. Il loro era uno stile che nasceva dall'esigenza di rappresentare la componente primitiva dell'uomo, lontana dal progresso disumanizzante, tesa invece al recupero del senso panico, del contatto puro ed incontaminato uomo-natura. Le loro canzoni erano cerimoniali apocalittici, alla ricerca della bestialità dell'uomo, quale componente "prima". I testi eprimevano un sentimento pagano, una volontà ossessiva di "ritorno alle origini", smarrite grazie al processo inarrestabile di "civilizzazione". Per i pochi incontaminati non c'è scampo ormai (Virgin Prunes sta per Vergini Derelitte). L'arte, la musica in questo caso, diventa così un modo per reclamare uno spazio, per gridare al mondo il suo errore.

Il disco in questione è il loro primo LP. Datato 1982, rappresenta il vertice insuperato della loro musica. A dare il benvenuto nel loro rituale eretico ci pensa la strumentale "Ulakanakulot", titolo impronunciabile che sembra la parola magica di un antico stregone. Percussioni tribali, fanno da sfondo ad un'arcana nenia, resa possente da un minaccioso basso in primo piano... senza accorgercene sprofondiamo nella successiva "Decline And Fall", dove è la voce stregonesca di Gavin Friday a farla da padrone, una voce che ci invita a "prendere i nostri sogni e volare via", ad allontanarci da questa vita costruitaci addosso. "Sweethome Under White Clouds" col suo ritmo ipnotico ed il cantato teatrale ci spinge ancora più a fondo lungo questi fiumi di suggestione, preludio al capolavoro del disco, il terrificante incubo di "Bau-Dachong", un macabro balletto pregno di riverberi onirici in lontananza, chitarre taglienti che grondano sangue, dissonanze sinistre. Un autentico gioiello di tutta la musica dark.
"Pagan Lovesong" si sviluppa su un ritmo indiavolato, con la recita "Glam" di Friday sempre in primo piano.

La seconda parte dell'album è di fattura leggermente inferiore rispetto alla prima, mantenendosi però sempre su buoni livelli. La conclusiva "Yeo" ci congeda con una melodia incompiuta, indefinibile, lo scroscio di un rigagnolo d'acqua bagna gli accordi di un piano notturno, il tutto soffocato dalla conclusiva voce demoniaca, che sembra provenire dagli abissi... gli abissi di sua maestà la morte. In fondo "...If I Die, I Die".

Elenco tracce testi samples e video

01   Ulakanakulot (02:35)

See the children play by
Running try to touch the sky
When one falls you hear a cry
"You're dead, you're dead, you must die"
"Take a dream and fly away," she will call
They will wait for you not I, see me crawl

And sometimes I feel so old
I never smile nor do cry
Shadows flicker from above
"Seeker save your soul," she said

She will fly, she will fly
He will wait far away
A golden key to open the door
Behind which the answer lies
You sinned in dreams
Now awake in deeper, deeper dreams
"Take a dream and fly away," she will call
They won't wait for you not I,
they will wait for you not I
See me crawl, she will fly far away.

Decline and fall
Never return
Die
Die

02   Decline and Fall (04:50)

03   Sweethome Under White Clouds (04:45)

Sweethome under white clouds
A picture on the wall, it says it all
I had a dream long time ago, imaginary
Like water, I had no colour
Running free, eternal beauty
And heaven, it was on earth
The promised land of milk and honey
And I see it now
The pain it lasts and all is wasted?

And we slept happily ever after

Sweethome under white clouds
Home is where the heart is

04   Bau-dachöng (05:52)

05   Pagan Lovesong (03:31)

Heathen a pagan
No sun shines for me
Savage but gentle
The animal within
And I see it now

I had a weird dream
Watch but don’t touch
I had a weird dream
I’m taking it away

“Put it in a bag, hide it in a tree”

I want to steal your heart, your heart
With these eyes I cannot see
And this cold heart never bleeds, never

Sweet smell this poison, the colour you bring
Tongue swollen venoms, to touch…to love
I want to steal your heart
I want to eat your heart
I reach for the sky but never can touch

It seems so easy, easy to me
Still I cannot, will not take this thing
Hearsay, this heresy
A victim to sin
Eternal the torment, the answer lies within
I had a weird dream watch but don’t touch
I had a weird dream I’m taking it away
“The love you give is the love you get…”

06   Baby Turns Blue (05:07)

Mary be so proud, things that aren't allowed,
To take your own life, stab it with a knife.
They put you in a box, send you up to heaven, heaven.

Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Give me money, give me sex,
Give me food and cigarettes.
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
(What should we do if baby turns blue)

You broke my heart, it came in two.
The faculties of a broken heart.
I go out on Monday, looking for a Tuesday.
Nothing ever makes much sense.
You don't seem to make much sense.
Shooting out in someone's dream.
Shooting out in something else.

It was an accident, I didn't mean it.
It was an accident, I didn't mean it.

Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
(What should we do if baby turns blue?)

John had a bomb and he lit it in his head,
Went to bed for seventeen weeks,
Took too many drugs, now he don’t eat.
They put you in a box and send you up to heaven, heaven.

Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Give me money, give me sex,
Give me food and cigarettes.
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
Oh what to do, not to feel and who are you?
What should we do if baby turns blue?

07   Ballad of the Man (03:32)

08   Walls of Jericho (03:09)

09   Caucasian Walk (04:44)

I looked at my watch and I saw I had no time
Didn't notice all the clocks on television
Controlled violence on sale in new streets
Don't delay in boring studios!
Whatever happened to Emancipation Act '73?
I think it's lost, yes it's lost
In a world of satisfaction. No delay!

Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk
Because I can't do nothing, can't do nothing

Seen is only truth in a shell of lies
Distributed feelings to a race that doesn't comprehend
I don't smoke, I just do it for the company
Political problems, sexual frustration won't end
It's the type of poison that doesn't count in life
I think not of the glasses but of the drink

Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk
Because I can't do nothing, can't do nothing

Glitter stardust in dull camp void
Hero are you out there or is it just a shadow?
I could give you words if the world gives me vibes
Tell me what's the position between the man and beast?
Impressions on a mirror for everyone of you to look at
It's the type of happening in a weird situation
And that's the reason for doing nothing

Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk
Because I can't do nothing, can't do nothing

I looked at my watch and I saw I had no time
Didn't notice all the clocks on television
Controlled violence on sale in new streets
Don't delay in boring studios!
Whatever happened to Emancipation Act '73?
I think it's lost, yes it's lost
In a world of satisfaction. No delay!

Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that's lost the words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk
Because I can't do nothing, can't do nothing
I have no words, no words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk...

10   Theme for Thought (05:44)

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