The Uplifting Bell Ends
Super Giant III
Third Eye Stimuli Records
Fragili emozioni convivono con le storie di tutti i giorni. Cronache di quotidiano candore raccontano visioni acid-folk redistribuite in afflati psichedelici, indole colorata, intimismo fatto con cristallo elettro-auditivo.
Album solcato nelle tracce dalle conversazioni registrate al compleanno di James French, lead singer, rumore di piatti, coltelli e forchette, burrito e storielle divertenti. Terzo disco della stravagante saga Super Giant che evolve l’itinerario trascendente in uno spettro armonico, anima jingle jangle, psychedelic wood-wind watercolor.
Epopea divinamente australiana, schizzata in una terra che conserva una narrazione ancora ricca di gesta e passione profetica. Grandi città, spazi immensi, outback, rispecchiano un sogno cavalleresco, gracile e caduco come l’acustica di Steve Howe over Tomorrow, l’essenza di Philip Donovan Leitch, il velato mélange Died Pretty.
Diafani ritornelli ultrasensibili come ‘Sunshine In The Morning’ trafiggono il cuore rurale con il tump-tump Tuckeriano, nel cling-clang a corda vibrano tintinnanti ricordi 60s, scanditi in ‘I’m Not There’, ‘Super Giant’, ‘Heart Of Stone’ e la magica ballata di ‘Listen’.
La fiaba metropolitana, deliziosa e bambinesca, raggiunge il suo apice nell’elegia post-naturista di ‘The Butterfly And The Caterpillar’, suoni ad occhi aperti, voce distorta, tabla, piccoli flauti che affrescano la malinconia di un’ode sfumata.
Limpide fantasie sopravvivono tra le percussioni di Chet Tucker (un caso?..) in ‘Rhiannon’, o la strumentale unplugged di ‘Knight To Remember’ o la dylaniata, tenue, tensione profusa, appesa a ‘When It’s All In Vain’. Album incantato, votato ad un’umile missione filosofica che elargisce perle soniche di rara bellezza.
Band famosa nella sua terra per un’acclamata versione di Wicked Game, cui ridona una caratura sotterranea, soffiando via l’easy listening istantaneo.
Per quanto tempo continueranno le atmosfere rilassate di questa palpitante miscela folk-rock è difficile saperlo. La storia proseguirà, forse, attendendo nuovi refoli animici da Sydney e dall’Australia Centrale.
Sandro Priarone
English translation..
The Uplifting Bell Ends — Super Giant III (Third Eye Stimuli Records)
Fragile emotions coexist with everyday stories. Chronicles of daily candor tell acid-folk visions redistributed in psychedelic breaths, colored disposition, intimism made with electro-auditory crystal.
Album crossed in the tracks by the conversations recorded at James French’s birthday, lead singer, the sound of plates, knives and forks, burritos and funny stories. Third disc of the extravagant Super Giant saga that evolves the transcendent itinerary into a harmonious spectrum, jingle jangle soul, psychedelic wood-wind watercolor.
Divinely Australian epic, sketched in a land that preserves a narrative still rich in deeds and prophetic passion. Large cities, immense spaces, outbacks, reflect a chivalrous dream, frail and fleeting like the acoustics of Steve Howe over Tomorrow, the essence of Philip Donovan Leitch, the veiled mélange Died Pretty.
Diaphanous ultra-sensitive refrains such as ‘Sunshine In The Morning’ pierce the rural heart with the Tuckerian tump-tump, in the cling-clang string jingle 60s memories, marked in ‘I’m Not There’, ‘Super Giant’, ‘Heart Of Stone and the magical ballad of Listen’.
The metropolitan fairy tale, delightful and childish, reaches its peak in the post-naturist elegance of ‘The Butterfly And The Caterpillar’, sounds with open eyes, distorted voice, tabla, small flutes that fresco the melancholy of a nuanced ode.
Clear fantasies survive between the percussion of Chet Tucker (a case? ..) in ‘Rhiannon’ or the instrumental unplugged of ‘Knight To Remember’ or the dylan-traced tenuous, profuse tension, hanging from ‘When It’s All In Vain’. Enchanted album, devoted to a humble philosophical mission that bestows sonic pearls of rare beauty.
Band famous in its homeland for an acclaimed version of Wicked Game, to which it restores an underground touch blowing away the instant easy listening.
How long the relaxed atmospheres of this throbbing folk-rock mixture will continue is difficult to know. The story will continue, perhaps, awaiting new whispers of spirituality from Sydney and Central Australia.
Sandro Priarone