lunedì 15 giugno 2009
It's Jo And Danny "Lank Haired Girl to Bearded Boy"
Quando Carlo Villa partiva ai 100 all'ora era impossibile fermarlo, ma il brutto era che inevitabilmente era ormai troppo tardi per scendere dalla macchina!
Mi ricordo quando uscì la recensione di questo disco. No, non era una recensione, era un tributo, era un carlo Villa in paradiso, in estasi e ci invitava aentrare con lui nel mondo dorato dell'indie folk venato di elettronica di questo duo. Per chi poteva essere rimasto colpito dalla recensione, ma non abbastanza, ci pensava lui a schiacciare l'accelleratore quando si andava da Supporti, e li ormai era già troppo tardi, come dicevo sopra. In ogni caso questo è un buon disco, come leggerete anche dalle recensioni qui sotto. Dal folk come puto di partenza si attraversano sdrade multicolori che toccano le corde di gente come Primal Scream, Gomez, Beth Orton. Insomma tutta gente valida per capirci. (2000 Double Snazzy)
Now, there's being laid-back about names - and then there's just being plain lazy. Or maybe it's all about deciding that you don't need to hide behind a band name and why should you when you are producing music that you are proud of? And proud is what Jo Bartlett and Danny Hagan should be. Recorded on a wing and a prayer, with little time and less money, there's a wonderful freshness and optimism to 'Lank Haired Girl to Bearded Boy'. It opens with the exhilarating 'Solar Plexus', which gallops away into an alternative soundscape, all eight minutes a pure joy.
The ethereal beauty of Jo-voiced 'Hippy Thinking' invokes the spirits of 1960's kingdom Haight and Ashbury, musicians Nash and Crosby and counter culture classic Easy Rider in a careless reverie. Only 35 minutes long, this sixties-short album wouldn't have been out of place during those times as it drifts gently from psychedelia to folk, just about hitting pop along the way and turning the mind gently to the great outdoors as the seagulls call out lonesomely on 'Benbecula'. There's a wide openness about the songs, a sense of the euphoria felt when watching the sun come up on frosty mornings. The repeated refrain of 'Pilgrim's Prayer' ("shine a light on everything/make the sea and river meet/grow the grass beneath my feet") offers nothing less than a credo for the new millennium, Jo and Danny style. (Caroline Hennessy - http://www.rte.ie/arts)
So the bearded boy turns to the lank-haired girl and says, "Woe is me, for I cannot seem to get laid with this dippy-acoustic complaint-folk that I play." And the lank-haired girl says, "Well, why not take some drugs, go clubbing and listen to a bit of Primal Scream?" And lo, his polite songs are transformed into raggedly hymnal psychedelia-strums the likes of which the Regular Friescan only dream of, and Beth Orton-shaped women throw themselves at his feet.
In their own quietly subversive way, Jo Bartlett and Danny Hagan have produced another defining record for a year in which messing with the formula has been de rigueur. It doesn't herald itself with quite the explosive insolence of 'Guerrilla' or 'The Beta Band', but there's the same evident desire to refract a frazzled urban experience through waves of pastoral guitar'n'whatever else is at hand. Their ambition is most obvious on 'Love Expression' which shifts from an ululating trip-gospel groove into a warm mantra of horns and strings and bric-a-brac beats. Or there's 'Hippy Thinking' where dirty distorted guitar and indolent tambourine rhythms are laid as foundation for Jo's Dot Allison-esque tones.
After 35 all-too short minutes, you pull yourself away from the speakers with a strange and glowing sense of wonder. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. (http://www.nme.com/reviews/)
- Solar Plexus
- Hippy Thinking
- Repentant Song
- Love Expression
- Bells's Corner
- Pilgrim's Prayer
- The Ones With Open Mouths
IT'S JO AND DANNY