Soft Hearted Scientists – Waltz Of The Weekend
(2023, Frank Naughton)
by Simone Rossetti
Di pancia e di budella (quindi tutto discutibile) ma questo sì, un grande album lo è.
Degli inglesi Soft Hearted Scientists capitanati da Frank Naughton se ne erano perse le tracce oramai da tempo…..nel mentre un cesso di scorrere, una pandemia “epocale”, cambiamenti climatici ed un conflitto del cazzo tuttora in corso. 50° al sole e solo 48° nel caso cerchiate riparo all’ombra di un triste albero che per il solo fatto di r-esistere si meriterebbe di molto meglio (amatelo e rispettatelo solo per questo) tant’è siamo tutti in ballo e allora cosa meglio di un “fresco” album dai profumi psichedelici anni 60’/70’?? Avvicinate l’occhio e guardateci dentro (Pink Floyd, Genesis, Beach Boys fino al paisley anni ’80 dei Rain Parade) un caleidoscopio di colori e suoni che forse mal si prestano ad un fottuto presente di ascolto massificato ma non ce ne può fregare di meno…..Tornare a sognare per poi magari sbatterci la testa una, due, tre, cento volte ancora ed ancora ma la sostanza non cambia….l’importante è sognare, ostinatamente ed alla faccia di una “vita” che non lo merita. Michael Bailey al basso, Paul Jones alle chitarre e cori, Dylan Line alle tastiere, Nathan Hall alla voce, chitarre e tastiere ed alternativamente alla batteria Spencer Segelov e Frank Naughton…..Lasciatevi andare e salite su questa giostra multicolore ed apparentementi “innocua” se non fosse per quelle incombenti nuvole all’orizzonte….ora alzate gli occhi al cielo e mentre la giostra gira sognate sulle note di una straniante Who Loves The Moon? o delle bellissime What Grows Inside The Garden?, Waltz Of Weekend, Sea Anemone Song “There’s gold in them there shining hills, There’s silver in them big windmills, There’s diamonds in the old pine trees, There’s rubies in the seven seas, There’s emeralds in the green mountains, There’s platinum in town fountains, There’s sapphires in growling volcanoes, There’s amber where the sunflower grows”…o se preferite sull’incedere “punk-new wave” di Rode My Bike, sul surf-beat di The Fixer, sulle dolci The Things We Make e Venus Flytrap Song fino alla conclusiva Lost Mariners “Please bring us home, Please bring us home, When we set sail we were just young men, We didn’t know we’d never see Britain again,We had the sun on our faces, And the world in our eyes,When we set sail were just young men, We didn’t know we’d never see our families again, We saw some beautiful places,But paid a terrible price”. Gioia e meraviglia…..perdizione ed oblio….Siete su Roots!, siete altrove, siete altro e come sempre buon ascolto (qui).
English Version
Soft Hearted Scientists – Waltz Of The Weekend
(2023, Frank Naughton)
by Simone Rossetti
Belly and guts (therefore all questionable) but yes, this is a great album.
The English Soft Hearted Scientists led by Frank Naughton had lost track of them for some time now…..in the meantime a cease to flow, an “epochal” pandemic, climate change and a fucking conflict still ongoing. 50 ° in the sun and only 48° in case you are looking for shelter in the shade of a sad tree which, for the mere fact of existing, deserves much better (love it and respect it only for this) in fact we are all at stake, he as us….so what better than a “fresh” album with 60’s/70’s psychedelic scents?? Bring your eye closer and look inside (Pink Floyd, Genesis, Beach Boys up to Rain Parade’s 80s paisley) a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that perhaps don’t lend themselves to a fucking present of mass listening but we can’t give a damn fuck…..Going back to dreaming and then maybe banging your head once, two, three, a hundred times again and again but the substance doesn’t change….the important thing is to dream, stubbornly and in spite of a life that doesn’t deserves. Michael Bailey on bass, Paul Jones on guitars and backing vocals, Dylan Line on keyboards, Nathan Hall on vocals, guitars and keyboards and alternatively Spencer Segelov and Frank Naughton on drums…..Let yourself go and get on this multicolored and apparently carousel ” harmless” if it weren’t for those looming clouds on the horizon….now raise your eyes to the sky and while the carousel turns, dream on the notes of an alienating Who Loves The Moon? or some beautiful (no, no truth here, you’re on the goistra horse) What Grows Inside The Garden?, Waltz Of Weekend, Sea Anemone Song “There’s gold in them there shining hills, There’s silver in them big windmills, There’s diamonds in the old pine trees, There’s rubies in the seven seas, There’s emeralds in the green mountains, There’s platinum in town fountains, There’s sapphires in growling volcanoes, There’s amber where the sunflower grows“…the “punk-new wave” of Rode My Bike, the surf-beat of The Fixer, the sweet The Things We Make and Venus Flytrap Song up to the final Lost Mariners “Please bring us home, Please bring us home, When we set sail we were just young men, We didn ‘t know we’d never see Britain again,We had the sun on our faces, And the world in our eyes,When we set sail were just young men, We didn’t know we’d never see our families again, We saw some beautiful places, But paid a terrible price”. Joy and wonder…..perdition and oblivion….You are on Roots!, you are elsewhere, you are other and as always good listening (here).