Petula Clarck - Aye Aye Aye (20tx CD, 29'48'' - None rec 'o8) - It's been ages i didn't come to buy a CD just after being stricken by the cover. Last time maybe i was 9 or 10. Due to expansive CD prices or temporary loss of budget, nowodays You think twice before spending your savings. Btw i remember that buying records was like a special event at that age. Now i am older, and many things have changed, - no idea if better or worse. So, what was i trying to write before? Oh, yes, - about memories! Do You remember when mom used to tell You off because of your adrenalinic “frenzy rush”? Ok, focus back on those memories, now freeze them, turn them inside out, and try to translate them in music. Can You? Not easy at all, right? all water under the bridge, and we are all grown-up. Anyway, we must confess we were exactly ourselves in those jumps and winces. So now let me ask You, is there a way to relive all that without compromising the present? Personally, i can't, even because since when Petula Clarck irradiats my brain (- sort of Doc Sartorius with the thinking magma Solaris), that's their effect on me. The whole release is a funny stage play, in a noise rock key, of that childhood, labelled three one g. Arab On Radar for all. Usually i'm a little sceptical about the formula-à-deux guitar vs. drums, but our beloved ones are able to reach an excellencet sound impact through massive doses of irreverence and frenzy. The reverb settled like a big hall largerly helps those qualities. Each song runs fast, fluid, - and only one track is an isolated episode: Coyote, whose mood made me remember of Lowercase's Glisten to Pink, from The Going Away Present. - Nothing more to add about this jewel, if not to let You know that Are you Yo-yo? is one step away from climbing the current indie top hit, - followed, of course, by Dance on Your Head. Grandissimi!
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