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 Slapp Happy Henry Cow : "Desperate Straights"

(Lp: V2024 VIRGIN Records UK 1975) (CD: HCSH1 ReR Records UK 2004)

Temas:

  1. Some Question About Hats
  2. The Owl
  3. A Worm Is at Work
  4. Bad Alchemy
  5. Europa
  6. Desperate Straights
  7. Riding Tigers
  8. Apes in Capes
  9. Strayed
  10. Giants
  11. Extract from the Messiah
  12. In the Sickbay
  13. Caucasian Lullaby

Musicos:

  • Peter Blegvad: Guitarra, voces
  • Dagmar Krause: Voz
  • Anthony Moore: Piano
  • Geoff Leigh: Flauta
  • John Greaves: Bajo, piano
  • Fred Frith: Guitarra, violin
  • Chris Cutler: Bateria
  • Tim Hodgkinson: Clarinete, piano
  • Pierre Moerlen: Percusion
  • Lindsay Cooper: Oboe, fagot
  • Mongezi Feza: Trumpeta
  • Dirk Mont Campbell: Corno frances
  • Nick Evans: trombon

Producido por Slapp Happy, Henry Cow y Simon Heyworth

Con la reciente salida al mercado en cd de este disco queria recomendar unos de

los discos experimentales en la corriente RIO mas importantes e influyentes de los 70s. Con la colaboracion de las dos mejores bandas de vanguardia progresivo

del sello Virgin mas la colaboracion de musicos de Egg y Soft Machine sale editado el primero de dos discos en colaboracion programados para el año 75. (El segundo es el disco rojo con HC). El resultado un disco con refinada caratula y 13 canciones entre el pop y experimentacion con influencias de musica de Bartok, Zappa, Faust, etc. DE ritmos complejos y dinamicos entre todo

los musicos y con letras que apuntan a sus filosofia radicales. Algunos de los clasicos son los temas Bad Alchemy, Europa, Extract from the Messiah, The Owl y

Giants en el puro estilo de Henry Cow y Art Bears. Strayed es otro buen tema vocalizado por Blegvad y que sigue la influencia del lp grabado por Slapp Happy

con Faust “Acnalbasac noom”.

Manuel da Achada

Letras parciales:

Some Questions About Hats 
Can one wear uncanny hats? 
Can one weather hats? 
Can one wear feather hats? 
Concentrate on irate hats 
Radiate from hats 
When sated, vacate hats 
Doors of open water elicit ooh & aahing 
Can the wet attract a hat? 
Can hats favor fire? 
Can a hat aspire to higher things? 
Can one pit hats against vicious things? 
Pernicious things? 
Liquorice fist with wings? 
Can hats favor fire? 
Can a hat aspire to higher things? 
Can one dismiss hats as simple things? 
Vapid things? 
Scant, evanescent things?   


A Worm Is At Work 
Holding forth, on a topic of no worth 
A pissy myth about birth of War 
And as for those "Hats" - 
They're a bore, not amusing anymore 
Dare I ask myself what it's for? 
A worm is at work in the core. 
Oh no no no no no no 
Stop that cynical line! 
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind! 
Oh no no no no no no 
Stop that cynical line! 
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind! 
At stage right - 
Good counsel dressed all in white 
Temptation, black as night, stage left 
And I've a hunch his hooves are cleft! 
Between 'em am I, bereft 
Like tempter's hoof my mind is cleft 
Divided I fall, nothing's left 
Oh no no no no no no 
Stop that cynical line! 
Mind, cease your spinning and unwind!  


Bad Alchemy 
I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night 
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl 
Heads in hands we ponder dregs 
The bowl contains 
A liquid's left putrescence 
After being drained 
What we feel we have to solve 
Is why the dregs have not dissolved 
When I wake I wonder what it means 
Am I bad alchemy? It seems 
I image Self unmixed, a risk 
In a dish for drinking 
Fluid with a strongly stinking sediment 
Is that what it meant? 
I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night 
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl 
Am I Hemaphrodite? 
Neither one nor quite the other? 
Heads in hands we ponder dregs 
The bowl contains 
A liquid's left putrescence 
After being drained 
What we feel we have to solve 
Is why the dregs have not dissolved  


Europa 
Europa opens weary eyes 
All her pretty cities leveled lie 
Sweet continent, courage, don't cry 
The occidental accident 
Concerning Reason's acts of treason 
Has shot to Hell what Heaven sent 
Centered on playthings, turning round toys 
Our shaman drank duck's blood and drove a Rolls-Royce 
We entered the circle, a map was described 
We recognized Europe! We broke down and cried 
She cannot call her myths her own 
Lupine nipples squirted infant Rome 
but Reason turned the Beast to stone 
When struck, released a spirit 
From a spire spirit sang: 
"A vitamin glimpsed in a mirror, 
Might exorcise Europe's dilemma." 
Europe let me thank thee for these 
Minds unraveled, travels, memories 
'Twas sweet to picnic 'neath thy trees.

Creada en 1997. ©José Manuel Iñesta. Alojada en el Depto. de Lenguajes y Sistemas Informáticos de la Universidad de Alicante, España.

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