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Rating: They stole a hump from the moon. Perhaps stealing a crater would have been more serious; we see those more clearly. A little imperfection here, a little imperfection there, no one notices, we like our satellite because it is an eternal teenager with acne problems. But who committed the robbery? It was a misunderstood animal. No, not the animal that humanized the moon and asked it "What are you doing?"; that one already had a hump.
The protagonist is a funny animal, a loyal friend of a slightly tanned man, who, staying in the desert, can see the moon better than we can. One day, he goes to the market with his master, a certain Zarathustra, who treats him better than his own children, because he has some guilt to atone for, he says. At the market, he sees his fellow creatures and then encounters a fellow creature but different. He falls in love, approaches, talks to him, and has an existential crisis. He, a dromedary, discovers that humans continue to confuse him with someone else; at the market, he meets a real camel who explains that humans have always caused confusion, so there's nothing to be surprised about. But the dromedary cannot find peace, he no longer has an identity and wants to bring some coherence into his life; one hump is no longer enough for him. The master, who pretends to be naïve but is wise, seeing him upset, tells him to set out for the mountains of peace inhabited by the afarit, where he will find the oracle of animals and the solution he seeks.
With the arrival of the beautiful season, the dromedary reaches his destination and is received by the oracle, the one who can grant his wish, the devil of animals, a certain Philip Henry Sheridan. The devil, as we know, loves to make petty deals, and smiling under his mustache, he tells the ruminant that the desired hump is on the moon and he can grow great wings to take him up there. However, he adds that the creative will of which the animal is endowed will make him small among the great and therefore great among the small, so if he really wants a second hump, he will be forced to return to earth as an exile and live on a remote island. The animal does not understand much, in fact, it does not seem real to him that wings are added to the hump, and then he wants to wear his true guise, he accepts without much thought. He sprouts two beautiful wings capable of supporting him, and on a starless night, he sets off for the moon, soaring into the darkness.
After dodging various artificial satellites, he arrives on our satellite, and here he is greeted by the selenites, made of star dust. They listen attentively to the animal's reasons and agree without hesitation to find a lunar hump that suits him. Before departure, they organize a banquet in honor of the newborn camel, and after great jokes about humans, they see him off by giving him two flags from the Apollo missions, as they say they have plenty of these signs of civilization and don't play capture the flag. The camel, finally fulfilled, returns to earth forcibly in exile, on a mysterious island. He soon discovers that it is inhabited by small men who call themselves Lilliputians.
The prophecy has been fulfilled, knowing himself, the camel appears gigantic to the people who watch with amazement and suspicion at the miracle. Crowds gather driven by fear and curiosity, will they decide to kill him? Will they begin to worship him? Will they leave him in peace? Well, the ending remains open.
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Me: Doctor, this fantastic little story spontaneously came to my mind while listening to this record and looking at this cover, tell me, does it seem normal to you?
Dr. Aldo Muschio: Mr. Fumagalli, you need not worry, you have clearly been struck by the famous Stendhal syndrome, it actually happens quite often, man ends up being amazed by being amazed. I remind you that you are a repeat offender, it had already happened to you with another animal, but come on with all the beautiful women around. Anyway, nothing serious, you certainly can't remain so excited otherwise you'll go out into the street and end up smiling at people, so I'll prescribe a pill that will stabilize you.
Me: Ah, thank you, doctor, indeed I feel too cheerful, I was starting to have doubts. But tell me, what side effects does this pill have?
Dr. Aldo Muschio: Don't worry, don't read the leaflet otherwise it would have been called a truth-leaflet, think of the benefits, science is at the service of man, do you really think altering brain biochemistry, whose processes are unknown, is a serious matter? But do you watch television?
Me: Actually, no, but excuse me, what's the connection?
Dr. Aldo Muschio: Bad, you'd understand there are things to really worry about in the world. Trust me, at least forty minutes of television a day reinvigorates the spirit, by the way, I have a deal with Netflix, the first two months free, there are even musical documentaries, doesn't that seem like a good offer? Let me show you the details.
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We are the future, ladies and gentlemen, female camels and camels. I am a (pseudo) future and therefore give the difficult verdict. That is, aviation brings luck to music, think of Led Zeppelin, U2, or the great Il Volo who have achieved international success. I say fortune favors the bold. Bold were especially those who piloted aircraft at the dawn of aviation, toothpicks, fabric, an engine, and off they flew. Man, finally able to fly, immediately thought of shooting himself into the air and it takes a lot of courage to board a plane that falls on its own without external help. The Sopwith camel was one of these flimsy aircraft and apparently was shooting little missiles at the Zeppelins. Has the verdict rewarded the musical Sopwith Camels? No, but this is a bold record. In 1973, a Sopwith Camel resurrected in flight and launched a missile that still travels and hits those who listen to the album. It generated in me the fairy tale written above, which dates back to prehistory, 1973 indeed, the dawn of the earth.
Where do we place the album? In the cosmos, I think it fits well. Hearing the attack of the first track “Fazon” - the first few seconds there's a guitar with wahwah, a violin squawks cheerfully and is devoured by lazy trumpets - I tell myself, wait a moment, I'll get comfortable and a groove from Gil Scott Heron in shape takes off. The Sopwith Camel devours the Krauts in cold space, space is cool. They sing to me and us the miraculous deeds of the lunar camel though, they need to warm this salvific or catastrophic message. They bring those sound waves back into the atmosphere and irradiate them with the elements of music they know. In fact, the record has nothing cold, it is positive. Perhaps the Sopwith were skillful listeners before they were musicians, capturing creative essences gravitating around their heads in those years. The second track is like a calypso, like because it has a funny resemblance with the jams of the early Traffic, where Mason tries to annoy Winwood. In the third, they bring Country Joe to the Texas desert, give him a guitar, a harmonica, a sitar, a triangle and say: little wizard, let’s see if you remember how it's done. In the fourth track, there's all the class of Steely Dan, even stripped of the bourgeois veil. Then comes my favorite track, where the hi-hat that keeps time makes me the snake that slithers at the feet of the fakirs of Cologne, Czukay, and company. Then enough, I may have bored you too, the rest you listen to and make your flights with your head, because that's what it's for in the end.
I preferred to smoke Camels, there was a dromedary on the package, make sense of it.
tldr
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