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When the heart is a fluttering of wings and when the fingers are tiny indiscreet claws, then even the mouth turns into a beak and, with the greediness of a crow, I stick it into sparkling bazaars.
Fabrics with daring styles and voracious colors, tempting trinkets with attractive shapes, opals now iridescent now frosted, murmur, tread and then music, music, music…
…And dizziness…
The colorful displays of the Coral have always seduced my crow's heart. The debut (self-titled) where the taste for the '60s beat reverberated in a bold and fresh kaleidoscopic psychedelia, swirling and splashing around, whose foam fizzed with a thousand bubbles and as many stylistic influences.
And then the subsequent “Magic and Medicine”. More round and solid, perhaps more mature, certainly more bluesy, also enriched by vivid country-western shades. What they gained in cohesion, however, they lost in spontaneity, in the desire to amaze…
…And to daze…
My crow's heart rejoices now! In the backroom of their bazaar, among stock leftovers, it finds this EP of about twenty-eight minutes.
The light is dimmer here to be honest; the psychedelic knick-knacks are bathed in more shadows than in the past, but surprises abound and the attitude is rediscovered.
Bizarre sound shards where Kinks on methamphetamine lead the charge to gentle Love-like interludes, the most cunning Blur inflections give way to lo-fi outbursts that brush against punk, dreamlike vignettes awaken in soft Beatles-esque sheets.
Are they too derivative? Have they run out of the surprise effect? Isn't all that glitters gold?
What do I care, I joyfully hold this little gem in my beak! Is it true, is it false? Who cares! Today my heart is that of a crow, I love everything that glitters, that dismays…
…And that dazes…
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Precious Eyes (02:58)
This little girl, all work no play
October grey makes the hangman's day
Hotel, TV, silent movie
Her precious eyes gazed back at me
From the beach to the sea
While the count and the countess, they cry
For the ruins the world left behind
What a beautiful night for her precious eyes
The pubs are closed, the streets are cold
Billy Casper buries the bones
Of a boy that cried, learned to despise
I'll make them mine, her precious eyes
From the sand to the sky
While the gargoyles and dragons they sigh
For the sake of Saint serpentine
What a beautiful night for her precious eyes
Her precious eyes…
06 Auntie's Operation (02:23)
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
She's coming around
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
And you're going down
She'll want your sympathy
She'll never let you be
She's sniffing at your food
Before it's even chewed
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
She's coming around
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
And you're going down
She thinks she's world renown
With the pastor of Paris crown
Before you think ahead
She'll be sleeping in your bed
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
Auntie's operation
You're coming around
11 Lover's Paradise (01:44)
Oh come with me
To a lover's paradise
Where all the stars shine bright
Oh, won't you come with me?
Oh come with me
Your carriage, it waits my dear
A million miles and we'll be near
Oh, won't you come with me?
Oh come with me
To where the button bows, the fancy ties
Something's special in your eyes
Oh, won't you come with me?
In the winter or the summer time, or fall
We'll have a bore...
Just call and fly to a lover's paradise
Call and fly to a lover's paradise
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