Tindersticks - The Something Rain (2012)

Διονύσης Σαββόπουλος - Φορτηγό (1966)

Lil Wayne - Tha Carter IV (2011)

TV On The Radio - Nine Types of Light (2011)

Η ταινία για το νέο αλμπουμ των TV On The Radio, Nine Types of Light, φτιαγμένη με μεράκι από τους ίδιους, περιλαμβάνει όλα τα τραγούδια του δίσκου όπως επίσης συνεντέυξεις απλών ανθρώπων που μιλούν για τα όνειρα, την αγάπη, τη φήμη και το μέλλον...

My Morning Jacket - Circuital (2011)

Paul Simon - So Beautiful or So What (2011)

Pink Floyd - The Final Cut (1983)

1. The Post War Dream [Car sound, switching on of car radio] "...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough in Cambridgeshire..." [phzzt! of returning] "...three high court judges have cleared the way..." [phzzt!] "...It was announced today, that the replacement for the Atlantic Conveyor the container ship lost in the Falklands conflict would be built in Japan, a spokesman for..." [phzzt!] "...moving in. They say the third world countries, like Bolivia, which produce the drug are suffering from rising violence...[fades]" Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified Is it for this that Daddy died? Was it for you? Was it me? Did I watch too much T.V.? Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? If it wasn't for the nips Being so good at building ships The yards would still be open on the clyde. And it can't be much fun for them Beneath the rising sun With all their kids committing suicide. What have we done, Maggie what have we done? What have we done to England? Should we shout, should we scream "What happened to the post war dream?" Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?

2. Your Possible Pasts

They flutter behind you your possible pasts,
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.
A warning to anyone still in command
[Cattle truck noises]
"Ranks! Fire!"
Of their possible future, to take care.
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand.
He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay.
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

3. One of the Few

When you're one of the few to land on your feet
What do you do to make ends meet?
Teach.
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.
Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to.
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.

4. When the Tigers Broke Free

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And that's how the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

5. The Hero's Return

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.

When we came back from the war the banners and
Flags hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
But burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.

6. The Gunner's Dream

Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the service when you're walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one ..." Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed. 7. Paranoid Eyes Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five ..." "Ta! You was unlucky there son" "Time gentleman!" Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes. "Oi!" 8. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert "Oi...Get your filthy hands off my desert!" "What 'e say?" Brezhnev took Afghanistan. Begin took Beirut. Galtieri took the Union Jack. And Maggie, over lunch one day, Took a cruiser with all hands. Apparently, to make him give it back. 9. The Fletcher Memorial Home Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still real. It's the only connection they feel. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly, "Hello Maggie!" Mr. Brezhnev and party. "Scusi dov'è il bar?" The ghost of McCarthy, The memories of Nixon. "Who's the bald chap?" "Good-bye!" And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin- American meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile. Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye With their favorite toys They'll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can be applied. 10. Southampton Dock They disembarked in 45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were to many spaces in the line. Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads between His shoulder blades. A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. And when the fight was over We spent what they had made. But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut. 11. The Final Cut Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!" 12. Not Now John Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese. There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees. So fuck all that We've go to get on with these. Can't stop Lose job Mind gone Silicon What bomb Get away Pay day Make hay Break down Need fix Big six Clickity click Hold on Oh no Brrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. Make 'em dance in the aisles. Make 'em pay. Make 'em stay. Make'em feel ok. Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show. Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow. Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go? Not now John Got to get on with the show. Hang on John we've got to get on with this. I don't know what it is But it fits on here like..... Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed. But now now John I've got to get on with this. Hold on John I think there's something good on. I used to read books but..... It could be the news Or some other abuse Or it could be reusable shows. Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese. No need to worry about the Vietnamese. Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees. Well, maybe not the Russian Bear Maybe the Swedes. We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these. Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! "s'cusi dove il bar (What?) se para collo pou eine toe bar s'il vous plait ou est le bar (...say it in English!...) oi, where's the fucking bar John? (Oh, now you're talking!)" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now! 13. Two Suns in the Sunset In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset Hmmmmmmmmmm Could be the human race is run. Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck "Oh no!" "[scream] Daddy, Daddy!" You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices And you'll never see their faces You have no recourse to the law anymore. And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end. "...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius"

Alice in Chains - Alice in Chains (1995)

Radiohead - The King of Limbs (2011)

Tuxedomoon - Desire (1981)

Mumford & Sons - Sigh No More (2009)

Bloomfield, Kooper, Stills - Super Session (1968)

The Roots - How I Got Over (2010)

Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band - Trout Mask Replica (1969)

Frank Zappa - Hot Rats (1969)

Portishead - Third

Μετά από 10 χρόνια ένα μικρό αριστούργημα που συνδυάζει τη ριπή νέων ήχων (Machine Gun) τη μπαλάντα (The Rip) μέχρι την επιστροφή στα '70s με τα πλήκτρα και τη ψυχεδέλεια (Small). Δεν χρειάζεται πολλές ακροάσεις για να εξοικοιωθείς με τον ήχο του αλλά και δεν χορταίνεις.
Περιμένω να βγει σε βινύλιο!!!


(Portishead - Machine Gun)

I saw the savior,
and the savior come my way
I thought I'd see it
In the cold light of day

But now I realize, that I'm only for me
if only I could see, return myself to me,
and recognize the poison in my heart
there is no other place, no one else I face

The remedy will break with how I feel

Here am I reflecting
what more can I say
for I am guilty
for the voice that I have made
too scared to sacrifice a choice
chosen for me

If only I could see
return myself to me
and recognize the poison in my heart
there is no other place
no one else I face

The remedy will agree with how I feel.

Dälek - Abandoned Language (2007)

Από τα καλύτερα Άλμπουμ της Underground Rap που άκουσα το τελευταίο καιρό και που απ' τη πρώτη στιγμή με κατέκτησε.
Η αλήθεια είναι ότι δεν είναι εύκολο πράγμα το review, αλλά επειδή μου άρεσε πολύ το άλμπουμ θα προσπαθήσω να κάνω ένα.
Το πιο ωραίο με τους MC Dälek (vocals) και Oktopus (production) από το New Jersey, είναι ότι δεν είναι και τόσο Rap όσο θα νόμιζε κανείς ακούγοντας τους στην αρχή.
Καλύτερα θα έλεγα ότι το βασικό στοιχείο τους, ο ρυθμός είναι Rap, αλλά η μουσική τους έχει κάτι από Shoegaze, Noise κλπ.

• Abandoned Language: ένα χαλαρό 10-λεπτο κομμάτι όπου ο θόρυβος είναι σε χαμηλά επίπεδα: "Turn the page motherfucker ‘cause the story’s all scripted - six hundred years ain’t a fucking thing different"
• Bricks Crumble: εδώ μπαίνει ο ρυθμός και αρχίζει η παράνοια
• Paragraphs Relentless: μάλλον το καλύτερο track με το συνθεσάιζερ σε όλο του το μεγαλείο και με τον θόρυβο να περιφέρεται γλυκά και με ένα επίμονο ήχο sonar που δηλώνει κατάσταση έκτακτης ανάγκης.
• Content To Play Villain: η Jazz πλευρά του άλμπουμ
• Lynch: εδώ πιστεύω ότι τους έχει απασχολήσει για κάποιο διάστημα ο Iάννης Ξενάκης
• Stagnant Waters: όπως το λέει και ο τίτλος εδώ βουλιάζεις και άλλο στη λάσπη και βρώμικα νερά ειδικά όταν συνειδητοποιείς τους στίχους "Men and women shed tears when our people get shot, multiplied fears turn person to flock" και "Epitaphs have no authors, patient paupers, my nation of authors turn lawless"
  
• Starved For The Truth: εδώ μπλέκουν πολύ όμορφα τη Jazz Rock με το Hip Hop
• Isolated State: χαλαρώνουν, κάτι που θυμίζει πιάνο από Pink Floyd και προς το τέλος ξανά Rapάρουν
• Corrupt (knuckle up): το αρχικό μπούκωμα και το beat σήκωσαν τη στέγη του σπιτιού μου
  
• Tarnished: δυνατό με φανταστικά έγχορδα στο τέλος
  
• (Subversive Script): ένα από τα καλύτερα κομμάτια κατακλείδα σε άλμπουμ και σου υπενθυμίζει όλα τα προηγούμενα που άκουσες με το ίδιο χαοτικό τρόπο.

Τέλος η άλλη αλήθεια είναι ότι άργησα να το πάρω χαμπάρι το δίσκο, αλλά όπως λέει και η σοφή παροιμία "Κάλλιο αργά παρά ποτέ".
Ανεπιφύλακτα και σ' αυτούς που απεχθάνονται το Rap αλλά τσιμπάνε με τους My Bloody Valentine π.χ.


Links:
Dälek @ Wikipedia
Dälek @ MySpace