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Il Ballo della Bambola Americana, cosi' con un titolo che gia' fa capire lo sfondo politico dell'opera ritorna ai suoi fans dopo due anni dall' ultimo "The Beekeeper" Tori Amos.
Cinque personaggi, cinque Dee (Isabel/Artemide, Clyde/Persefone, Pip/Atena, Santa/Afrodite e Tori/Demetra) che si contrappongono all'universo di recrudescenza maschilista Teo-con americana, questo e' il canovaccio di un concept (il quarto nella sua carriera) che si muove aggressivamente nell'America di oggi e cerca di smuovere anime e coscienze per tutti i quasi 80 minuti in 23 canzoni (tutte in un solo disco).
Per parlare degnamente di questo lavoro chi scrive deve fare un piccolo passo indietro nel tempo: infatti devo dire subito che sono un fan storico della rossa (dal primo album per intendersi) e amo alla follia tutti i lavori creati da Myra Ellen negli anni '90 e sono perplesso su quelli dell'attuale decade, l'ultimo in particolare che con la sua prolissita' non mi ha mai convinto. Percio' alla notizia che riportava le caratteristiche citate sopra sul disco ho storto un po' il naso.
Il fatto e' che mi era difficile capire il senso dell'ennesimo concept e soprattutto nutrivo seri dubbi sul fatto che la mia amata potesse reggere (in questo momento storico perche' "Boys for Pele" del '96 dura piu' di 70 minuti ed e' assolutamente un' esperienza imperdibile) ispirata ben 80 minuti di musica.
Beh, dopo 9 giorni di ascolto attento devo dire che i dubbi, se non tutti, in gran parte sono stati spazzati via. Se infatti si parte dal concetto che decisamente Tori ha virato verso sonorita' piu' tradizionali tralasciando parzialmente le acrobazie cui ci aveva abituato questo "American Doll Posse" e' un lavoro all' altezza. Innanzitutto quello che spicca e' l'assoluta semplicita' degli arrangiamenti con una band formata da chitarra, basso, batteria e Tori che si alterna tra piano, piano elettrico, wurlitzer e clavicembalo, con i cori tutti rigorosamente cantati da lei. Presenti in qualche canzone anche fiati e violini ma mai invasivi e quasi "sussurati" (passatemi il termine per carita'!) ed elettronica praticamente all'osso.
La struttura non e' molto lineare a dire la verita' e ci sono molti cambi di stile e la Amos si diverte anche ad inserire dei divertissement di poco piu' di un minuto che subito possono anche lasciar perplessi ma con l'andare degli ascolti prendono un senso in un'opera che forse vuole apparire volutamente disomogenea per dar l'idea delle varie personalita' che si alternano. Come comune denominatore pero' bisogna dire che l'atmosfera sonora che regna per tutta la durata e' assolutamente americana (e in maniera cosi' forte e' la prima volta nella sua carriera) con riferimenti jazz, blues e anche folk-country alternando pero' momenti cupi ad altri decisamente main-stream.
Un disco coraggioso che puo' lasciare spiazzati in cui la pianista americana segue in maniera integralista il flusso della sua ispirazione non lasciando nulla indietro, un giocarsi tutto senza paura quasi commovente, un messaggio che dice chiaramente: "Io sono cosi', prendere o lasciare". Personalmente mi piace ascoltarlo in due momenti diversi, subito le prime dodici canzoni abbastanza solari in cui spiccano "Bouncing off Clouds" e "Secret Spell" che "rischiano" a mio parere di diventare due suoi classici e perche' no anche ammicare all' universo radiofonico ma con la giusta eleganza e successivamente (dopo una pausa caffe'!) le ultime 11 dove Tori si concede ad una dimensione piu' da "nenia" con momenti come "Code Red", "The Dark Side of the Sun" e "Dragon" veramente belli.
Un' opera complessa e sfaccettata di un'artista che appare, se non nel suo periodo d'oro, ancora viva e con qualcosa d'importante e di valido da dire, parlando invece di difetti il discorso e' il solito e cioe' che forse avrebbe bisogno di un produttore in grado di tenere a bada la sua vena compositiva cosi' da creare lavori piu' concreti e meno prolissi, ma comunque questo problema qui si sente meno.
NDA: Questo disco era gia' stato recensito e io di solito non faccio doppioni ma visto l'importanza affettiva che ha per me Tori (e con il parere positivo del precedente recensore) ho fatto uno strappo alla regola.. Ringrazio per la comprensione....
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02 Big Wheel (03:18)
I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked now they're dry
Then you call me call me in
You think I am your possession
You're messing with a southern girl
But my recipe is on with your
Stale bread, yeah it's hot
But Baby I don't need your cash
So Baby, maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw your shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain
And wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Let's go
I've been on my knees
But you're so hard, hard to please
Did you take me, take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross we need the wood
Somehow you will rise
But without a tool
I know honey you're a pro
But Baby, I don't need your cash
Mama got it all in hand now
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain
And wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Gimme 8
Gimme 7
Gimme 6
Gimme 5
Gimme 4
Gimme 3
I-I-I am a M-I-L-F don't you forget
M-I-L-F don't you forget
M-I-L-F don't you forget
Baby I don't need your cash
So Baby maybe I let your
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey into rain
And let your
Big Wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinkin' down your pain
Gonna turn that whiskey love into rain
Gonna turn your whiskey boy into rain
And wash it away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big Wheel
04 Teenage Hustling (04:00)
You think you can come around here
All up in his face
All up in my world
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your
You gotta right you gotta right to know
You gotta right you gotta right to know
Me and my teenage hustling
I've been workin' it
Since I's fourteen
Me and my teenage hustling
It's gonna save me
Save me save me save me save me save me
From your dirty dealings
You're a dirty girl
You're such a dirty girl
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your
Maybe the riddle of this accident
Goes back to your gossip
With a ferocious strategy
You play wounded in his cockpit
But I think that you forgot my days
Of teenage hustling
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your
You gotta right you gotta right to know
You gotta right you gotta right to know
You gotta right you gotta right to know
Me and my teenage hustling
I've been workin' it
Since I's fourteen
Me and my teenage hustling
I've been workin' it
Since I's fourteen
But you been skankin' around
With your talentless trash
You only shoot blanks
At your cocksure best
Me and my teenage hustling
Me and my teenage hustling
It's gonna save me
Save me save me save me save me save me
From your dirty dealings
Now I don't mind a dirty girl
I don't mind a dirty girl
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door
You better know you better know you better know
I'm at your door I'm at your door I'm at your door
05 Digital Ghost (03:50)
It started as a joke
Just one of my larks to see
if somehow I could reach you so
I swam into your shores
through an open window
Only to find you all alone
Curled up with machines
now it seems you're slipping
out of the land of the living
Just take a closer look
Take a closer look
At what it is that's really haunting you
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost
But I fear there's only so much time
'cause the you I knew is fading away
Hands lay them on my keys
Let me play you again
I am not immune to your net
Find me there in it
I won't go even if in
your heart only beats ones and O's
Switch you on my friend
Pull you from that rip current
But only you can fight against this
Take a closer look
Just take a closer look
At what it is that's really haunting you
I have to trust you'll know
this digital ghost
But I fear there's only so much time
'cause the you I knew is fading away
fading
fading
away
--_________
Digital Ghost / Fantasma Digital
It started as a joke / Comenzó como una broma
Just one of my larks to see / como una de mis bromas para ver
if somehow I could reach you so / si podía alcanzarte de alguna manera
I swam into your shores / nadé hacia tus playas
through an open window / por una ventana abierta
Only to find you all alone / para encontrarte completamente solo
Curled up with machines / acurrucado con máquinas
now it seems you’re slipping / ahora parece que te estás yendo
out of the land of the living / de la tierra y de los vivos
Just take a closer look / nomás mira de cerca
Take a closer look / mira de cerca
At what it is that’s really haunting you / lo que realmente te atormenta
I have to trust you’ll know / Tendré que confiar en que conocerás
this digital ghost / a este fantasma digital
But I fear there’s only so much time / Pero me temo que hay poco tiempo
‘cause the you I knew is fading away / porque el "tú" que conocí está desapareciendo
Hands lay them on my keys / manos, recargalas en mis teclas
Let me play you again / déjame tocarte de nuevo
I am not immune to your net / no soy inmune a tu red
Find me there in it / encuentrame en ella
I won’t go even if / no iré aún si
in your heart only beats ones and O’s / en tu corazón nomás laten ceros y unos
Switch you on my friend / enciéndete mi amigo
Pull you from that rip current / apártate de esa condición
But only you can fight against this and / Pero sólo tú puedes luchar contra esto
Take a closer look / mira de cerca
Just take a closer look / nomás mira de cerca
At what it is that’s really haunting you / lo que realmente te atormenta
I have to trust you’ll know / Tendré que confiar en que conocerás
this digital ghost / a este fantasma digital
But I fear there’s only so much time / Pero me temo que hay poco tiempo
‘cause the you I knew is fading away / porque el "tú" que conocí está desapareciendo
fading, fading, away / desapareciendo, desapareciendo.
08 Fat Slut (00:41)
"Fat Slut" you said, what luck I said
To be stuck in your, your happy family
"Don't you dare," I said,
"Judge me," You go and
Stick it in somewhere, I'm
I'm sick-a hearin' it, You go
Stick it in somewhere, I'm
I'm sick a hearing it
10 Secret Spell (04:04)
In one hand dreams a plenty
In her smile a secret spell
There have been disappointments
These she knows all too well
And you losing you was not
A part of this plan
So jumps at three tears at thirteen
Just turn you around for
Eighteen wheels in a high heel
Just turn you around
Sold a dream at twenty three
Turn you around
Hold out
You still got your secret spell
At the heart of the matter
Someone wove a secret spell
Mixed with girl not so peaceful
Angel and animal
But me losing you was not
A part of this plan
So jumps at three tears at thirteen
Just turn you around for
Eighteen wheels in a high heel
Just turn you around
Sold a dream at twenty three
Turn you around
Hold out
You still got your secret spell
Girl you got to do a 180
Disappointment you know it well
But you losing you was not
A part of this plan
So jumps at three tears at thirteen
Just turn you around for
Eighteen wheels in a high heel
Just turn you around
Sold a dream at twenty three
Turn you around
Hold out
Hold out
You still got your secret spell
Girl you got to do a 180
'cause you still got your secret spell
14 Programmable Soda (01:25)
Think of me as programmable soda
Too much cherry? Baby then you can
Just add cola
Think of me as programmable soda
'Cause you can, can be a cruel fella
So okay, then I just back off
The vanilla
Think of me as programmable soda
'cause I've come, I've come to accept that
For lovelies you are a fanatic
But I can't, I can't let that throw me
Into a genital p-p-panic
Think of me as programmable soda
Too much cherry? Baby then you can
Just add cola
Think of me as programmable soda
When you think and boy when you drink
When you think of me
15 Code Red (05:27)
Some say that I will and some say I won't
Victory is an elusive whore
She is as easily mine
As she is yours
Slip and slide my way through this charade
I know all the players and I must say
Do this long enough
You get a taste for it
I'll do this last one and I'll grow me some wine
Leave them troubled boys all behind
What you stole, I would have given freely
Code Red you're staring
Code Red staring at me
Well sometimes he do and sometimes he don't
Sometimes I love myself best alone
Do this long enough
you get a taste for it
A six pack of Coke and a bottle of Jack
"Whatever you do" he said "look after that," yeah well
Being trusted and lusted
It could be worse than that
I'll do this last one and I'll grow me some wine
Leave them troubled boys all behind
What you stole, I would have given freely
Code Red staring
Code Red staring
Come on baby I can drink you down
Then I have my job to do and do well
Since you won't give guarantees
I'll be cashing out
I'll do this last one and I'll grow me some wine
Leave them troubled boys all behind
Said I'll do this last one and I'll grow me some wine
Leave them troubled boys all behind
What you stole, I would have given freely
Code Red staring
Code Red staring
18 Almost Rosey (05:23)
Uh uh uh hey hey hey Uh uh uh hey hey hey Just a minute of your time Yes, I've been known to delude myself So let me put those rose colored glasses to the test Now, is this real enough for you? 'Cause blondes here don't jump out of cakes If that never impressed you much Come board this lunatic express Just why do they say "have a nice day", anyway? We both know they wouldn't mind If I just curled up and died Oh, let's not give that one a try Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys Raise those blinds Chin up, a happy mask was never Your best disguise Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys In no time You will feel almost fine Almost rosey Uh uh uh hey hey hey Now some girls here will huddle with No, not footballers that are rich But will confide in small white sticks He bats as The Virginian Slim Then I tried once to comply With an authority that would subsidize my wild side But at this altar was sacrificed Yes, you can laugh A femme fatale in a bride's dress Now married to the effortlessness of the cracks That lie now in between the facts Just why do they say "have a nice day", anyway? We both know they wouldn't mind If I just curled up and died Oh, let's not give that one a try Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys Raise those blinds Chin up, a happy mask was never Your best disguise Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys In no time You will feel almost fine Almost rosey Uh uh uh hey hey hey Now about when Violet died The cause still unidentified She thought her love would be enough But you can't seduce seduction Her tentacles of endless want Reach through my corridors And tempt me to taste of her power I sober with the witching hour And when I hear of one more bomb Yes, we have all been robbed of song And nightingales who throw their arms up When is enough enough? Just why do they say "have a nice day", anyway? We both know they wouldn't mind If I just curled up and died Oh, let's not give that one a try Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys Raise those blinds Chin up, a happy mask was never Your best disguise Chin up, put on a pair of these roseys In no time You will feel almost fine Almost rosey Uh uh uh hey hey hey Feeling almost rosey Uh uh uh hey hey hey Feeling almost rosey
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Di Cloud
"American Doll Posse è un disco con gli attributi, questa volta sbattuti ben in vista."
"Le luci del Nord di Amber Waves dovrebbero servire da esempio, ma qui si viene catturati del tutto, e ci si annega dentro, senza via di scampo."
Di dannii
Il risultato è un album decisamente dispersivo e lungo.
La qualità dell'album è troppo bassa per un'artista del calibro della Amos!
