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Chronicle of a Disappointment.
A few months ago, in the midst of an important session on the couch, my attention was captured by a rather bad music video—three idiots dancing in front of a psychedelic-technological background—but guys, what a track! These are the Klaxons: rock flair, raucous singing, and keyboards more plastic
than Simona Ventura's nose, my shrunken pelvis starts to move, I spill the barley coffee
staining my flannel shirt and short-circuiting my electric blanket…
With the flannel still dripping, I rush to the computer station and download every single file available
on these guys, unfortunately not much: an EP and a couple of singles… but what tracks! The characteristics are always the same, but it's clear that these guys know what they're doing… even my feet and Porky Pig slippers are possessed by this incessant and damn modern rhythm…
Another video, still bad… and I begin to discover what's happening across the Channel… NME declares the
birth of a new genre, New-Rave, and interesting bands like "Shit Disco" or "We are Wolves" join the bandwagon. I even spent 1.46 euros plus shipping to get hold of the movement's compilation-bible (Digital Penetration, Rough Trade label): my life was turned upside down. The temptation to leave my electric blanket and soccer stickers was strong, I wanted to become a new-raver, but I had a curfew at 11, so I consoled myself with the news of the first Klaxons LP at the end of January.
A month before this event, the first single, Magick, the video is still bad, but you can see they definitely have more money to spend now; the track is dramatic, the keyboards are less plastic, great bass line, but… it's not a bad track, but I don't move anymore… it's missing that freshness, that naivety, that being damn fools of theirs… Second single, Golden Skans, bad video but this time the song is no better, a sci-fi ballad that says absolutely nothing, the choruses are unfortunately perfect, damn, if I wanted something like that I'd listen to the Scissor Sisters… mom, I don't want to be a new-raver anymore, I'm enrolling in university…
And here is finally the album, browsing the tracklist I notice all the tracks that made me fall in love with them, which comforts me quite a bit… but horror! They tuned the guitars, they pitched the voices, they de-plasticized the keyboards! Damn chic frou-frou production, now these tracks can only be danced by the little guy in the pink Playboy shirt and glasses that cost as much as a year's pension for my grandma…
And the other tracks? Brit-Pop with sounds a bit different from the usual, but nothing more, you could say it's commercial stuff, but I don't know how much it could catch on with the so-called pop-public. Forget sticky choruses and degenerate choruses, in short, the healthy fooling around we all deserve…
Doing a bit of simple sociology, there was that subtle and tricky and fundamental shift from being cool to being trendy… I invite everyone to get "Xan Valleys EP" and forget about this very commercial older brother.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Two Receivers (04:18)
Krill edible oceans at their feet
A troublesome troop out on safari
a lullaby holds their drones in sleep
For tatteling clearly indiscreet
Five fallible flags in hypersonic
Are told to stay nearly out of reach
And in space / two receivers turn away
Just in case / two receivers turn away
To displace / two receivers turn away
And in space...
Submissions in outer regions pleased
A gathering of teens in old sargasso
Who's aim is to fall flat at their feet
While sat on a sparsely crowded beach
Marie noticed change in perfect timing
A widow to all but her pastiche
And in space / two receivers turn away.
Just in case /two receivers turn away.
To displace / two receivers turn away.
And in space...
Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe
Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe
02 Atlantis to Interzone (03:18)
Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisened rivers minds and hearts
Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged
Gold is selling well but hurry nightly ocean rising fast
A big man with a plan has got a storm a-coming, monster coming.
From Atlantis to interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own.
From Atlantis to interzone
You start on the edge and you end on a throne
We're fragments of fiction
Your dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers one to five
His ears pricked with the knife hears that the east are coming, west are coming
From gravity's rainbow, the axis here is still unknown
The children's faces glow
The wasteland guides them, wasteland guides them.
03 Golden Skans (02:45)
Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hand.
Set sail from sense, bring all her young.
Set sail from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hand.
We sailed from sense, brought all our young.
We sailed from where we once begun.
While we wait, while we wait.
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone.
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young.
Light touch my hands, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on.
You can forget our future plans.
Night touch my hands with the turning Golden Skans,
From the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hand
04 Totem on the Timeline (02:41)
At club 18-30 I met Julius Caesar,
Lady Diana and Mother Theresa.
At club 18-30 I met Julius Caesar,
Lady Diana and Mother Theresa.
Signs, you know I see them all the time.
Time, is just a fraction of a sign.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
At club 18-30 I met Julius Caesar,
Lady Diana and Mother Theresa.
At club 18-30 I met Julius Caesar,
Lady Diana and Mother Theresa.
Signs, you know I see them all the time.
Time, is just a fraction of a sign.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
Cerebella sitting on the totem timeline.
Unwelcome foreign hands,
are very hard to find.
And hangmen also die,
in famagusta's hive.
05 As Above, So Below (03:58)
Sailing silver waves, through the skies and round your eyes
And in the pockets of the tide a meeting place by night
Sequin covered swans, that are used to make their own mosaics
A ceremony comes:
An exponential fate
The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below
A whiporwhill will in flight, turns east towards westphalia
Insearch of lost time, with the magic of true light
Tone zodiac in tune, with the fossils of our themepark
And falling from the seams, is a steeple swarmed light
The dance of the cosmos shows
The stitches of space that slowly come and go
The dance of the cosmos shows, as above, so below
Galloping galloping beams faster...
Joining together and still faster...
Onwards past never and still faster...
Always past never and still faster...
06 Isle of Her (03:54)
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll reach the isle of her
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll find the peacock's tail
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll steal the mother of pearl
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll eat the dancing girls
Cyclops gazing alone
Facing mirrors that show
The reflection, his own
Face to face
A hand on each of the oars
A hand on each of the oars
We're seven miles from shore
Just keep on going
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll sail across dry lands
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll cut the grassy knoll
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll steal a single jewel
Row, there's only seven more miles to go
We'll light(?)the crystal sword
07 Gravity's Rainbow (02:36)
Come on with me through ruined lipglock
Accross Tangian deserts we'll flock
Madcap Medusa, flank my foghorn
We'll change four seasons with our first born
All ships of sense on hyper ocean
All kites of chaos still in motion
My culture vulture such a dab hand
I'll steal you from the year 4000
Come with me, come with me
We'll travel to infinity
Come with me, come with me
We'll travel to infinity
I'll always be there, oh, oh, my future love
I'll always be there, for you, my future love
Your tears leave trails of tik van loof (??)
Autonoma, the rubix groom hoom
The crippled lines that I can't get to
You'd slip through time but I won't let you
Come with me, come with me
We'll travel to infinity
Come with me, come with me
We'll travel to infinity
I'll always be there, oh, oh, my future love
I'll always be there, for you, my future love
08 Forgotten Works (03:26)
The tomb crew bring sugar oil
We'll meet at the mirrored statue
Margaret my girl, standing on air
That is my name. That is my name.
Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know somethings going to happen (x2)
The tomb crew bring sugar oil
We'll meet at the mirrored statue
Margaret my girl, Standing on air
That is my name. That is my name.
Light the bridges with the lantern,
you know somethings going to happen (x4)
Tigers: in-boil
:forgotten works
09 Magick (03:30)
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
We're magickal veneer
The way to mother noose
The way to suck an egg
The way to golden dawn
The way to Koh Phangan
The glitter on the snow
The place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will
The glitter on the snow
The place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
We're magickal veneer
The way to mother noose
The way to suck an egg
The way to golden dawn
The way to Koh Phangan
The glitter on the snow
The place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will
The glitter on the snow
The place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will
The vision and the voice
The view from devils town
The snake with tail on tongue
The broken silver one
The glitter on the snow
The place to always go
Do what you will
Do what you will
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
Magick without tears
We're magickal veneer
10 It's Not Over Yet (03:35)
I live for you.
I die for you.
Do what you want me to.
I cry for you, my tears will show that i can't let you go.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still me want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
Cause i can see through you.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
Don't let me down, don't make a sound.
Don't throw it all away.
Remember me so tenderly.
Don't let it slip away.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still me want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
Cause i can see through you.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still me want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
Cause i can see through you.
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
You still want me don't you?
It's not over,not over, not over, not over yet.
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