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They call them Vikings, desperates, mad, geniuses, nostalgics, experimenters. Some hate them, others love them, and still others are frightened just by their name. They play rock, pop, folk, jazz, country.
As a tribute, I would like to review their concept album, even though I have the feeling I'm embarking on an endeavor bigger than myself...
Timothy's Monster, double CD or quadruple vinyl with the last side sculpted almost like an Aztec artifact.
The album begins with the sweet acoustic guitar of Feel that instinctively makes you turn up the volume, as it is sweet and calm, but then Trapdoor bursts through the speakers and the first thing you notice is the lack of bass, but fear not, because at the right moment a cascade of low-frequency tones comes to accompany the crystalline rhythm.
Then you move on to Leave It Like That, sweet and carefree... great.
A Shrug & A Fistfull, a name a program, this song was recorded in Bent's living room, the track distorts, makes a mess, makes you jump and makes me wonder what kind of sound insulation they use in Norway.
Kill Some Day reveals how big Timothy's monster is, how much melody it has in it, how much energy.
On My Pillow, Beautiful Sister, and Wearing Your Smell are a kind of simple, easy-listening songs that make you relax, and then Now It's Time To Skate, beautiful, it really seems like a love story. Period.
The monster grows darker in the first notes of Giftland, and from here it starts with pure psychedelic Rock 'n' Roll... off we go!
During Watersound, The Wheel, Sungravy, Grindstone, and The Golden Core you feel an air of experimentation, suggestion, musical ingenuity, and madness. Each song is like a continuous crescendo.
I believe it is one of the most perfect albums I have ever listened to, here is everything I look for in a band, there are the sounds I love the most, the instruments I prefer, and musicians with a capital M.
Long live Motorpsycho!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Feel (03:26)
So now you’ve found all the letters that you wrote
they look kinda silly now
it’s such a lucky strike that you never even mailed them.
they’ll never catch you,there’s no evidence or proof
avoidance is foolproof
she’ll never know just what she missed
It feels so good to feel again
those heavies laughing can laugh themselves to death
they never figured it
they never saw it like you did
so sweet,so soft,so shure,so scary,
and in the end it’ll all be forgotten in a month
It feels so good to feel again
03 Leave It Like That (03:33)
They all look the same when their dreams unfold
endless clutching at straws that will never hold
all the pain and the weight of the world-
there’s no way to look any other way
that rage I can understand
there’s no book of rules and no masterplan
just «facts» that will change overnight
and no way to look any other way
skin deep,potentially grand
left alone it will grow ‘till it’s outta hand-
outta sight and outta mind
there’s no way to look any other way
Leave it like that (x4)
don’t take my guilt on,that’s only mine to bear:
just do your thing,
cos you’re the only one that really cares
and leave it like that......
04 A Shrug & A Fistful (03:14)
Senseless I’m soaring elevated off of my cloud
flying, I’m catervauling
a spring/snap kinda loud
don’t fuck me over again
don’t fuck me over, my friend
a shrug and a fistful later, down on all fours again
to beat me black’n’blue won’t prove a thing, she said
don’t fuck me over again
don’t fuck me over, my friend
you know a shrug and a fistful will teach even angels to hate
11 Watersound (05:11)
You dove and you float
in the afterglow
the night felt so right
let you go
breathing light
breaking light
who would’ve thought that I could see you like this
you never told me ‘bout the sights that I’ve missed
now you’re everywhere
damn all your faults,I can’t see them no more
you bled right open,I can see to your core
and it’s beautiful
shut down shut up
twisted round
breathe in breathe out
like watersound
breathing light
breaking light
relief is painted on the eyes that I see
you changed your face before looking at me
now I’m scared to death
my vision blurred, now I can’t see what’s right
like counting stars on an Aurora night-
it don’t matter much.....
you’re faceless anyhow
leaving them to comprehend
you tie a rope to the eternal blue.......
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By uno qualunque
In this album, in fact, there is everything you could ask for from a rock band: psychedelia, progressive, melody, aggressiveness, interesting and brilliant insights.
With 'The Golden Core,' one of those few songs that really touch my soul, to be listened to at sunset, lost in one’s thoughts, letting oneself be lulled by the sweet initial notes and overwhelmed by the final climax.
