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L'influenza di Brian Wilson sulla generazione
dell' "alt-rock" e del "lo-fi pop" e` immensa, e lo dimostrano personaggi come
East River Pipe che compongono musica pop arrangiata in maniera barocca
benche' abbiano a disposizione mezzi molto limitati.
East River Pipe (ovvero Fred Cornog, ex alcolizzato e senzatetto di Brooklyn)
canta l'angoscia di vivere in una grande metropoli nel tono dei Galaxie 500,
ma in maniera molto piu' amatoriale.
La cassetta del 1989, con New York Of Slime, e la successiva
Point Of Memory (Hell Gate, 1990),
con Helmet On, che divenne anche il primo
singolo, lo resero famoso in un circolo ristretto di addetti ai lavori.
Un'altra cassetta, I Used To Be A Kid
Colgate (Hell Gate, 1991) sfodero` sette nuove canzoni,
e ne sanci' definitivamente l'ascesa a
personaggio da culto. Nel 1992 fu cosi' la volta del formato a
45 giri: uscirono Axl Or Iggy, My Life Is Wrong e
Make A Deal With The City/ Psychic Whore (Hell Gate) a definire una delle
personalita' piu' tetre e contorte del rock newyorkese, capace di belle
melodie ma capace anche di deturpare le melodie piu' belle con il suo spleen.
Nel 1994 e' comparso finalmente il primo album vero e proprio,
Goodbye California (Sarah), intriso di tristezza e rassegnazione.
Poor Fricky (Sarah, 1994 - Merge, 1995)
e` un po' una delusione rispetto alle grande attese che le sue cassette
underground e l'album precedente,
avevano accesso, ma sempre nobile e intelligente, un pelo piu' amaro
di Magnetic Fields e due peli piu' fragile di Yo La Tengo.
Per Lambchop nel 1997 ha scritto Hey Where's Your Girl e Superstar In Trance.
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(Clicka qua per la versione Italiana)
Shining Hours In A Car (Ajax, 1995 - Merge, 2002), that contains the entire mini-album
Goodbye California (Sarah, 1994), is a collection of previously released
singles. Through these carefully-crafted home-made recordings, Cornog is
establishing himself as a
Brian Wilson of melancholy, lonely songs, that can nonetheless achieve an
achingly melodic beauty (Helmet On).
If Television were the main influence on his early singles, David Bowie and
synth-pop seem to be the influence on Mel (Merge, 1996), and that
is not a compliment. Cornog is moving towards a form of mainstream pop that
takes tremendous genius to redeem. He finds enough inspiration in the
ballads Beautiful Worn-Out Love, I Am A Small Mistake and
Lonely Line Away, mainly because they sound more like classical sonatas
ruined by a tedious singer.
The best moments are those in which Cornog wakes up and either speaks from the
heart (the stately, keyboards-based, six-minute dirge
We're Going to Nowhere) or forgets the pathos and delves into the
technique (the instrumental New York Crown, a collage
of noise, effects, distortions and melody).
Cornog turned to Lou Reed as a source of inspiration for the concept album
The Gasoline Age (Merge, 1999), devoted to the urban losers like all
his best songs (Atlantic City, Shiny Shiny Pimpmobile).
And now things begin to make sense: Cornog uses Brian Wilson's vocabulary
to create a musical idiom that reenacts Lou Reed's decadent poetry.
After a four-year hiatus, Cornog delivered another emotional product,
Garbageheads On Endless Stun (Merge, 2003), with melodic, lyrical
and arrangement gems such as Where Does All The Money Go and
Girls on the Freeway. The mood can be melancholy (The Long Black Cloud) and neurotic (Stare the Graveyard Down), but never overwhelming.
What Are You On (Merge, 2006) was a strange collection of short songs.
Crystal Queen and I'll Walk My Robot Home could rank among his
poppiest numbers, but they end too soon. Cornog seems obsessed with
drugs (What Are You On, Druglife, Some Dreams Can Kill You)
but hardly spends enough time or energy to explore the subject.
The electronic arrangements and the electronic beats sound like the kind of
music that an amateur conceives to disguise that he doesn't know how to
arrange his songs. Everything in this album could have been majestic and
subtle, but, instead, it turned out plain and trivial.
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