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Rating: "Tu mi fai girar, tu mi fai girar, come fossi una... bombola". Well, yes, Sir Pete "Burns", along with his dining companions from the band, in 1985 deliberately exploded the gas tank of the synth-dance kitchen, causing burns of a new degree to him, to us, and to his future "Freak Unique", where collagen will be ubiquitous.
Cosmetic surgery is exactly in that "or" between the Alive and the Dead, the transition that interests us to make sure that the alienation caused by the movement of that finger is whipped against the syphilitic bourgeoisie we keep under our skin, where the existential whisper stops at the kind of "toy" we would like to be.
And so we whirl like dervishes "like a record", capturing the agitated mystical dance moment, waving on the bridge both white and pirate black flags, simultaneously: Western aliens towards the alien Orient, baby...
As for the rest of the album... good, very good but inevitably subordinated to the tarantula-like androgynous of the psycho limp spin-top piece of the LP. Well done geisha Pete and Mike, Steve & Tim with their ever-changing kimonos, making us cash in the bounty on the head (of whom?).
And then it's summer and the blinding sun draws from us, besides tons of "enlightenments" on our dark places with unleashed crises, hysteria, depressions, strokes, raptures of sorts, as I was saying, it draws from us some glimpses of clear memories of the past, smiling, positive.
And thus in the '90s we had the group of friends, born from a rib of volleyball players, where there was Bruno "the tall" 2 meters, Paolone 1.96 hammer of a hundred kilos, other scattered lanky ones, the girls, several over 1.80, amazingly tall, then little by little others joined until we reached 50 souls, including several traffic officers (and female traffic officers) of North Rome, regulars in short.
And we met outside for breweries, but many times at Bruno's house (the looong one) where gastro-dance happenings blossomed where the group anthem was indeed "You spin me around" mix version, the 7-minute one. And luckily that apartment was on the ground floor (with a small garden) considering the telluric jumpings of all those big guys.
And there was the Fish Party one day in the middle of the week where practically everyone came, and of those everyone no one wanted to leave before three in the morning where at a certain point those "seven minutes that matter" of dance started and we all tried, in that moment of that heavenly sabbath, an incalculable and unrepeatable impersonal happiness where an essence took the place of sweaty bodies and everyone fused "absently", without consideration, now and there.
And after the immediate hit everything was never the same again, we knew we had reached the peak, and you almost never reach the peak. We were "happy", Alive and Dead, happy...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) (03:17)
(Instrumental)
If I, I get to know your name
Well, if I could trace your private number, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, want some
I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're havin' fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come
Chorus:
You spin me right 'round, baby
Right 'round like a record, baby
Right 'round, 'round, 'round,
You spin me right 'round, baby
Right 'round like a record, baby
Right 'round, 'round, 'round
I-I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in just a little bit closer
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come
Chorus (x1)
I want your love
I want your love
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come
Chrous (x2)
04 In Too Deep (04:08)
I could offer to you a thousand things
But with a lot of them you wouldn't bother.
I could buy you ten real diamond rings
But I'm sure that you would want another.
I could take a plane and I could fly away
I could steal a car and I could drive away.
You have brought me a lot of things
But the main one that you've brought was trouble.
You put your finger to the trigger and you shot my heart.
Well
now I'm really gonna burst your bubble.
I could take a plane and I could fly away
. . .
But I'm in too deep
there's no getting out of it
In too deep - no doubt about it.
In too deep
there's no getting out of it
In too deep - no doubt about it.
Too deep - too deep
I could call you a lot of things
I could say there'll never be another.
Ev'ry time the situation feels like it is close
I've got to turn around and say: don't bother.
I could take a plane and I could fly away
. . .
But I'm in too deep
there's no getting out of it
. . .
In too deep
there's no getting out of lt
. . .
Too deep - too deep -
I could take a plane and I could fly away
. . .
I could offer to you a thousand things
. . .
I could take a plane and I could fly away
. . .
But I'm in too deep
there's no getting out of it
. . .
In too deep
there's no getting out of it
. . .
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By gnoato
"'You Spin Me Round' is a real bomb, both on the dance floor and on the radio, wherever and however you listen to it."
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