No pain. The world is a wonderful whisper for those who can listen, if necessary in silence. (jumbolo)

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Hollow Bones - Rival Sons (2016)

Vi ricordate la mia recensione del loro terzo disco Head Down? Bene, stessa identica cosa, con la sola differenza che stavolta non dovevo neppure dar contro all'amico Filo, nessuno degli amici aveva espresso giudizi, e non ne ho voluti leggere di cosiddetti accreditati: gli ho dato un ascolto sommario, poi per caso l'ho messo su nelle casse di un chiringuito sulla spiaggia, e come sempre, è stato amore. Album brevissimo (37 minuti), otto pezzi originali (in realtà potremmo considerarli sette, visto che la title track è "divisa" in due parti, traccia 1 e 8) e una cover, a dir poco eccezionale (Black Coffee, Ike & Tina Turner), alle radici del blues-rock e perfino del soul, ancora una volta, il quartetto di Long Beach, California, spacca. Sono costretto ad usare il solito luogo comune "niente di nuovo, ma fatto alla perfezione", e a suggerirvi di suonarlo forte. Poi, arrivati alla traccia 9, mettetevi le cuffie e pensate ad un amore perduto. All That I Want. Qui, Jay Buchanan vi farà ricordare Jeff Buckley. Piangerete.
If I could help you see me/ the way that I see you/ hope you like what you see/ and I hope that it pleases you.



Do you remember my review of their third album "Head Down"? I've tried to don't love this album, also to go against my friend Filo? Well, same thing, the only difference being that this time, I had not even go against my friend, none of the friends had expressed judgments, and I have not wanted to read about so-called accredited: I gave him a summary listening, then by chance I put it up in the coffers of a beach bar, and as always, it was love. A very short album (37 minutes), eight original tracks (actually we could consider seven, as the title track is "divided" into two parts, tracks 1 and 8) and a cover, superb ("Black Coffee", Ike & Tina Turner), the roots of the blues-rock and even of soul, once again, the quartet of Long Beach, California, rocks. I am forced to use the usual cliché "nothing new, but done to perfection", and to invite you to play it out loud. Then, arrived at track 9, put on your headphones, and think about a lost love. "All That I Want". Here, Jay Buchanan will make you remember Jeff Buckley. You will certainly cry.
If I could help you see me/ the way that I see you/ hope you like what you see/ and I hope that it pleases you.

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