Electric Light Orchestra
Discovery

THE REVIEW

Electric Light Orchestra - "Discovery" (1979)

I SHOULD absolutely not review this stuff... but I'm Wishing... How I wish... for a time machine to go back to those years, with my current jaded brain: when I hear these songs again, I get emotional like a fool, a big crocodile with a little tear GIM; those carefree moments, sugary, syrupy, polluting, like this classic album by ELO. I know it's muzak, I know it's their Very-disco turn, a mélange to avoid calling it a mess - to be applied on the eyes and ears - of the Beatles, the Moody Blues, more deleterious, more mawkish, with sideshow psychedelia ghosts and dance that was in vogue back then.

And what can I do, my debaserian detractors, that's what the convent served; reminiscent of a party where "Shine a little love" and "Last train to London" boomed all night long. "Discovery" was the birthday present for the dance party and ... There came the traffic light game - I suppose they don't play it anymore, now they make porn directly with cell phones - I was forced to kiss a classmate on the mouth whom I didn't like at all... Then luckily I changed partner, and the background was Confuscion.. it's a terrible shame, you lost your love and you can't carry on. How could I not relive the aroma of the girls of my adolescence, at least these songs are all there, shiny and sentimental, but they still give me some emotion. "Don't Bring Me Down"

I need her love, Midnight Blue - ahhh those falsetto harmonies can’t you feel the words that I'm saying toyou, were killer slow dances, accomplices and for pomicious only.

Those golden nights of sleepy love, glimpses of transcendence in profane loves, the promise that the gods are giving you everything, and instead soon, very soon, and without too many installments, they will take it back, as the demiurge painter Basil foretold to Dorian Gray. I see myself with her watching the slow traffic, car lights bouncing in our eyes like Christmas balls... while we write our names with our fingers, on the glass of a foggy winter day; I happily make circles, circles... the circles of love and sweet idleness. Maybe it's true that happy peoples have no history.

Little darlin', far away,
I see the world go rollin' by my window pane,
But I can only wish that I was there again.
I'm wishin'. I wish that everything was gold,
I wish you were here to hold, I'm wishin'.