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Rating: The (D)arkly (R)am, with the intent of occasionally presenting interesting artistic works, introduces the "LiofilizzatAdder ©".
These are short writings quick to read, like drinking orange juice without diphenyl during a scorching summer. The Pigeonhed consists of the musical duo of multi-instrumentalists Smith and Fisk. The former has sung and played with Brad and Satchel, while the latter is known primarily as a producer of various bands. The instruments used in this second creation are remarkable: guitar, Rhodes, Hohner Clavinet D6, B-3, grand piano, drums, alto & tenor gopichand, reverse vibraphone, percussion, Arp Odyssey, mellotron, Optigan, Oberheim & Arp synthesizers. The creative result is an extravagant and original assembly of different musical genres.
Fourteen tracks containing brilliant vocal and instrumental insights, capable of conveying a multitude of emotions and sensations.
The album's strength lies in the unusual and unmistakable falsetto voice of Smith, which at times becomes impalpable, ethereal, almost indecipherable.
The atmosphere in "The Full Sentence", "Keep On Keepin'On" and "Who's to Blame" is slow, sensual, and engaging.
However, "Marry Me" and "Battle Flag" are more electric and insinuating.
The latter song contains quotations from "Sexuality" by Prince.
While in "Glory Bound", "Phunpurephun", and "More Than Just a Girl," rhythm, tension, and introspection prevail.
Poetry and sensitivity stand out in the raw diamonds "For Those Gone On" and "Honor".
An excellently crafted work overall, characterized by significant musical and experimental exploration.
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Tracklist and Lyrics
05 Battle Flag (05:57)
Your construction
Smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground sage
Gotta launder my karma
I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
You'll get down on your muthafuckin' knees
And it's time for your sickness again
Come on and tell me what you need
Tell me what is making you bleed
We got two more minutes and
We gonna cut to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down
I'm blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin'
I'm blown to the maxim
Two hemispheres battlin'
Suckin' up, one last breath
Take a drag off of death
Hey Mr. Policeman
Is it time for getting away
Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road
And running from your ass today
Now tell me if do you agree
Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
I got a few more minutes and
I'm gonna out to what you need
So one of six so tell me
One do you want to live
And one of seven tell me
Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give
Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees
Tell me is it time to get down
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
Got a revolution behind my eyes
We got to get up and organize
You want a revolution behind your eyes
We got to get up and organize
Come on baby tell me
Yes we aim to please
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