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(Lp: V2024 VIRGIN Records UK 1975) (CD: HCSH1 ReR Records UK 2004)
Temas:
- Some Question About Hats
- The Owl
- A Worm Is at Work
- Bad Alchemy
- Europa
- Desperate Straights
- Riding Tigers
- Apes in Capes
- Strayed
- Giants
- Extract from the Messiah
- In the Sickbay
- Caucasian Lullaby
Musicos:
- Peter Blegvad: Guitarra, voces
- Dagmar Krause: Voz
- Anthony Moore: Piano
- Geoff Leigh: Flauta
- John Greaves: Bajo, piano
- Fred Frith: Guitarra, violin
- Chris Cutler: Bateria
- Tim Hodgkinson: Clarinete, piano
- Pierre Moerlen: Percusion
- Lindsay Cooper: Oboe, fagot
- Mongezi Feza: Trumpeta
- Dirk Mont Campbell: Corno frances
- Nick Evans: trombon
Producido por Slapp Happy, Henry Cow y Simon Heyworth
Con la reciente salida al mercado en cd de este disco queria recomendar unos de
los discos experimentales en la corriente RIO mas importantes e influyentes de
los 70s. Con la colaboracion de las dos mejores bandas de vanguardia progresivo
del sello Virgin mas la colaboracion de musicos de Egg y Soft Machine sale
editado el primero de dos discos en colaboracion programados para el año 75.
(El segundo es el disco rojo con HC). El resultado un disco con refinada
caratula y 13 canciones entre el pop y experimentacion con influencias de
musica de Bartok, Zappa, Faust, etc. DE ritmos complejos y dinamicos entre todo
los musicos y con letras que apuntan a sus filosofia radicales. Algunos de los
clasicos son los temas Bad Alchemy, Europa, Extract from the Messiah, The Owl y
Giants en el puro estilo de Henry Cow y Art Bears. Strayed es otro buen tema
vocalizado por Blegvad y que sigue la influencia del lp grabado por Slapp Happy
con Faust “Acnalbasac noom”.
Manuel da Achada
Letras parciales:
Some Questions About Hats
Can one wear uncanny hats?
Can one weather hats?
Can one wear feather hats?
Concentrate on irate hats
Radiate from hats
When sated, vacate hats
Doors of open water elicit ooh & aahing
Can the wet attract a hat?
Can hats favor fire?
Can a hat aspire to higher things?
Can one pit hats against vicious things?
Pernicious things?
Liquorice fist with wings?
Can hats favor fire?
Can a hat aspire to higher things?
Can one dismiss hats as simple things?
Vapid things?
Scant, evanescent things?
A Worm Is At Work
Holding forth, on a topic of no worth
A pissy myth about birth of War
And as for those "Hats" -
They're a bore, not amusing anymore
Dare I ask myself what it's for?
A worm is at work in the core.
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
At stage right -
Good counsel dressed all in white
Temptation, black as night, stage left
And I've a hunch his hooves are cleft!
Between 'em am I, bereft
Like tempter's hoof my mind is cleft
Divided I fall, nothing's left
Oh no no no no no no
Stop that cynical line!
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!
Bad Alchemy
I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
The bowl contains
A liquid's left putrescence
After being drained
What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved
When I wake I wonder what it means
Am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image Self unmixed, a risk
In a dish for drinking
Fluid with a strongly stinking sediment
Is that what it meant?
I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl
Am I Hemaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other?
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
The bowl contains
A liquid's left putrescence
After being drained
What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved
Europa
Europa opens weary eyes
All her pretty cities leveled lie
Sweet continent, courage, don't cry
The occidental accident
Concerning Reason's acts of treason
Has shot to Hell what Heaven sent
Centered on playthings, turning round toys
Our shaman drank duck's blood and drove a Rolls-Royce
We entered the circle, a map was described
We recognized Europe! We broke down and cried
She cannot call her myths her own
Lupine nipples squirted infant Rome
but Reason turned the Beast to stone
When struck, released a spirit
From a spire spirit sang:
"A vitamin glimpsed in a mirror,
Might exorcise Europe's dilemma."
Europe let me thank thee for these
Minds unraveled, travels, memories
'Twas sweet to picnic 'neath thy trees.
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