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Superchunk - Townes Van Zandt


Questo disco è un calice alzato in onore dell'adolescenza. E' il miglior disco di rock "alternativo" degli anni '90 uscito con almeno 15 anni di ritardo. E per rock alternativo intendo quella cosa fatta con le chitarre con il distorsore a palla, il basso ripetitivo in secondo piano a "riempire" tutto il riempibile, la batteria elementare e picchiata forte. Intendo melodie (power) pop non abbastanza sputtanate per il mainstream e troppo poco "deviate" per piacere agli ambienti dell'underground. Immaginatelo così: condensate Husker Du (togliendone la capacità di scrittura), Dinosaur Jr (without the existential malaise and power), Pixies (remove the genius), Sonic Youth (limited to things such as poppy or Teen Age Riot Catholic Block), Nirvana (not to do wrong, say the battery), Smashing Pumpkins (well, here you get what you remove and what to leave, do we leave a woman on bass), mix it with the attitude of "working class" that has brought luck to Creedence. Add a shrill voice that would be odious in any other context. And the fact that only an American can play so hard, can be produced and it is not so ridiculous in the lineup has a song like "Winter Games".
But then, what's the meaning of life of such work? Is that it takes courage to be a traditionalist who can get so close to the heart is in the strange to hear the sound of the 40s as teenagers in hindsight, so happy to finally be out of date to summarize in 11 songs, all pretty indeed Similarly, a unique musical season. Some people will find it totally useless, I like to imagine it as a window on a lost time. As to scroll through the various "Digging for something" or "Crossed Wires" peeps the idea that, qualitatively speaking, perhaps the Superchunk are some spans more about what the Foo Fighters have only dreamed of achieving. Too bad the bank account shows that the paraculaggine pay, oh if you pay for. But all these arguments are worthless, in front of the emotion that I asslaito this record when I whispered in his ear one of those "what if" marvelliana memory, in which the bassist, though undeniably failed, for some time has performed, always in the background and set back, but happy, the only band capable of producing the perfect soundtrack of his 18 years.