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Musica per ballare preoccupati

Riemersi indenni dal caos del post no-wave, a voi uno dei migliori prodotti della Brooklyn hipsterica. Mentre nel precedente album, WIXIW, parevano dei dilettanti alla scoperta dell’electropop inglese di casa Miller, con Mess on a Mission (titolo evidentemente ispirato dalla politica estera statunitense), in questa nuova loro electro-incarnazione i Liars sono completamente in control.

Scuro, asciutto, obliquo, malignamente sexy, MOAM è un po’ come se LCD Soundsystem, !!! e gli Empire of the Sun facessero merenda dai Throbbing Gristle.

È dance che guarda la brutta faccia del presente. Facts are fact and fiction’s fiction? Naturalmente no.  Ma vent’anni fa sarei quasi diventato raver.

 

Magic and Loss

When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And it’s best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
It’s best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head will never help you out
You have to be very strong ’cause you’ll start from zero
over and over again
And as the smoke clears there’s an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
As the smoke clears there’s an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can’t be Shakespeare and you can’t be Joyce
So what is left instead
You’re stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again
When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through, I’m better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there’s a door up ahead, not a wall
As you pass through fire, as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the building’s burning, move towards that door
But don’t put the flames out
There’s a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
There’s a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Lou Reed, Magic and Loss (1992)
Writer(s): Michael Rathke, Lou Reed

Apo(p)calypse

boards of canadaNel pop-rock, un genere dalla storia piena di lunghe assenze colmate da deludenti ritorni, otto anni sono un’eternità. Basti pensare, tanto per restare nella botanica, a Guns N’ Roses e Stone Roses: entrambi ci misero anni a dare un seguito ai rispettivi album, restando poi ibernati per altrettanti. Figuriamoci poi nell’elettronica, dove i gruppi si riproducono ed estinguono con la velocità di microorganismi.

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Pro Bono

9781781680827_FrontmanHarry Browne recounts the (perhaps apocryphal) tale of the singer standing on stage clapping while declaring: “Every time I clap my hands, a child dies.” “Then stop fucking doing it!” yelled a voice from the crowd.

(Tratto da una recensione di Terry Eagleton sul Guardian ad un libro che comincia finalmente a mettere le “i” sotto ai puntini circa l’impostura politico/culturale di una cosiddetta icona)

Disastri di chirurgia plastica

Della tetrarchia storica dell’hardcore americano – Hüsker Dü, Bad Brains, Black Flag, Dead Kennedys – la band che ancora riesce a dire qualcosa di attuale sono i Kennedys. Il loro album politicamente più intelligente è Plastic Surgery Disasters (esiste forse un concetto più attuale? Basta fare, che ne so, due passi nel quartiere di Vigna Clara, a Roma). Continue reading “Disastri di chirurgia plastica”