At my trusted newsagent (it's November), in the (more or less, I add) music magazine section, I rummage...
Cover of Rolling Stone 11/2005 with Bob Dylan (practically irresistible for me, a convinced Dylan fan), sure, it also prominently reads "EXCLUSIVE: on tour with Coldplay" but I pretend not to read it and head for the cash register. I pay my 2 euros and 90 cents, and from that moment that magazine is mine.
I devour the article on Dylan in exactly 16 minutes, indifferently skim (again!!) through the tender-hearted emotional little guys and swiftly move in the direction of the reviews. Page 174, the review of Death From Above 1979 catches my eye, to which frau VALERIA RUSCONI dedicates half a page (let's remind newcomers that the pages of Rolling Stone are of indescribable size, so half a page is already a lot).
I read between the lines "with tracks halfway between the White Stripes and the Queens Of The Stone Age" and it continues the frenzied "with concise prog rock allusions in the violent style of Mars Volta" I refrain from tearing the magazine only because Bob is in it and it's not fair that he has to pay. I channel all my anger into an idea. Download "YOU'RE A WOMAN, I'M A MACHINE" by DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979!! (with the luck that just for satisfying a whim I'd give 10 euros each to those two losers).
ITALIANS AND ITALIAN WOMEN (especially) THIS ALBUM IS CRAP!!
In "Turn it out" the two find a riff of two notes (that even I after 3 days of guitar would have come up with but would have been ashamed to play) that they like so much, since they use it for three songs in a row... After these 9 minutes of riff (and drums that compared to which Meg White is Bonzo's wife) there's "Go home get down" which sounds like Soulwax with the same vocals, the same ultra-distorted ultra-saturated guitars, and I arrive (already tired) at "Blood on our hands" the track (fifth) that for frau Rusconi is like QOTSA and WS ... I wait for it but my player says track 6... Let me explain... It slipped past me unnoticed, confused by all this monotony. Not caring about the fate that had spared me the track, I go back and listen. Yes, now everything is clearer... It's the same as all the others and at this point, it's pointless to continue this listening-review...
I don't feel like blaming lady Rusconi (even if for the Mars Volta quote she deserves crucifixion) she, naïve woman with an important surname, has only fallen into the trap of the fashion of these damned groups that "thecoolones" call punk funk like Soulwax, Radio 4, Rapture, and Bloc Party that maybe they sell, maybe they spin on radio/TV/MTV but if you ask their danceable fans why they like them, well everyone stays silent.
THESE GROUPS, LET'S SAY IT, NOBODY LIKES THEM they are just the result of that process according to which one asks "but if that group is liked by them, why shouldn't I like them too??".
STANDARDIZATION. CONFORMITY.
MORAL: don't be afraid to say what you think, to distinguish what you like from what you can't stand..
You'll have a few less friends, but first the ideas, then everything.
First the ideas, then everything.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Romantic Rights (03:15)
Your romantic rights are all that you got,
Push'em down son it's more than just lip,
C'mon girl I know you know what you want,
C'mon c'mon now and give'em all shhhh
You're beating walls now you just won't quit,
You play with shapes but they just won't fit,
I know you love me you don't know what you like,
You're watching TV I stay up all night.
I don't need you, I want you
South Carolina kid is heating things up,
His wounds are bleeding and we're filling the cup,
This game will save us if we don't die young,
C'mon c'mon yeah, have a little fun.
Come here baby I love your company,
We could do it and start a family,
She was living alone, unhappily
We could do it, it's right romantically.
I don't need you, I want you
11 Sexy Results (05:52)
Résultats sexuelles
Les résultats sont super sexuelles
Sexy girl meet me in the bathroom
Sexy girl call me on the phone
Woman friend take me to your bedroom
Let me show you how I am full grown
Sexy woman call me to your office
Sexy woman meet me after work
I wanna show you how I handle business
I wanna show you how the mail-boy flirts
My man wants to buy you something
He wants to take you out for dinner and dancing
My friend wants to take you out then home
Then home alone
Sexy woman call me to your office
Sexy woman meet me after work
I wanna show you how I handle business
I wanna show you how I work, work, work.
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