A whole recapless week-end, gents, meaning you got to breathe clean forum air and I got to work a little and (above all) see Roger Waters rally the crowd among ancient roman ruins. Everybody focking wins!
Brother TAC and Tipper Gore asked me to scale the naughty down a bit and - you should know my motto by now, you really focking should - I'm more than glad to oblige since I'm gonna let the Material Mom take centre stage. Why, I am pretending you ask?
A) Lifting Shadows is the only Awake tune the crazy bat could remotely begin to tolerate.
B) C'mon, let's be honest. This track recap would be focking boring without a strong lift by our primadonna companion character.
C) Like you're not dying to know what happened during THAT car trip …
D) Material Mom could actually be the current closest thing to a stable feminine presence in this thread, excluding AngelBack's glorious avatar, as far as I know.
Lifting Shadows off a Dream
0:00 – 0:18: Enchanting. They don't come more graceful than Johnny M. By the way, he sounds like the only one totally consistent with I&W in his playing behaviour. The others? Glad you asked, quick review:
Big James: A beast. New tricks: Masochist Raspiness, Southpaw Funkiness, BonoVoxitis.
Johnny P: World domination and a whole lot more sonic space occupied. New tricks: Low B-adassery, Wah Dervishness, Industrial Grunge Shenanigans.
Mighty Mike: Crazy Mofo Creativity and front mix. New tricks: Revolution Calling Snare, Rythmic China Cymbal Galore, Lead Groove Gamechanging.
Dr Moore: I guess the new space occupied by guitars belonged to him. New tricks: No solos, moody comments.
Steps. Of womanly and pissed quality.
Here she comes.
(Once Upon a Time in America Suspense Ocarina)
At least I'm not dying a virgin.
0:18 – 0:54: Kate Bush melody, strangely appropriate. May this be the udercover's suite third movement? Also, whatever the fock that new cymbal is called, I love it.
“Ale” (NEVER a good sign when she calls me like that. Usually police is heavily involved)
“Mom”
“What are you doing?” (NEVER a good sign when it's focking obvious what I am doing)
“Why, I'm recharging brain batteries connected to the stereo by this strange alien headphone device.”
“Interesting. Do you reckon cheap sarcasm is going to improve your chances with your new foster parents?” (NEVER a good sign, period)
“You win. What's the matter?”
0:54 – 1:20: I could analyse the wise clean guitar's delay pulse, I could wax poethic about the little chime indian thingy, I could write an ode to the perfectly balanced atmosphere, BUT that “breaking delicate wind” is killing me.
“That girl.” (NEVER a good sign when “that” sounds like goats shitting mustard)
“Maria. Is she alive?”
“Yes” (NEVER a good sign when “yes” sounds like homungous regret)
“You like her?”
“That's irrelevant. Do YOU like her?” (I don't even have a sound for that)
“Is there anywhere an available answer preventing this conversation to become the Spanish InquisiMom?”
“No”
1:20 – 1:39: Credit where credit's due. Larry Mullen and Adam Clayton have really improved since Achtung Baby.
“Are you SERIOUS with her?” (Mr Crowley Organ Intro)
“If I weren't so scared to investigate what you mean by “serious” I could attempt a response.”
“Are you going to marry her?” (Randy Rhoads Plane Outro)
“Mom, do pardon my vocabulary, but are you focking out of your mind? I'm 16!”
“I'm pretending I haven't heard that.”
“That I am 16?”
“Zip it. She's 17, she likes you and she's going to psychology university after high school.”
“Oh, so you waterboarded her.”
“That's classified, and beside the point.”
1:39 – 2:13: The Edge is playing his usual self though. Ok, this ain't the elusive suite's third movement. A special guests track? Maybe.
“So, are you SERIOUS?” (Jafar voice)
“Mom, I like her, but it's not like I have plans and stuff.”
“THENWHYYOUMADELOVETOHER?” (Sgt Hartman voice)
“...”
“You thought I wouldn't know?” (Vincent Price voice)
“She told you?”
“Dear, you DON'T know women” (Oprah voice)
“What do you mean?”
“Your Dad told me” (Yoko Ono Voice)
2:13 – 2:49: This salt of the earth section is great. Of all the super crazy technical bands I know, these guys reach a totally different kind of beauty when they feel like keeping things simple.
“What do you know about LOVE?” (Tina Turner)
“You mean … the feeling?”
“You know exactly what I mean. Don't make me say it, I'm your focking mother” (Tina Turner in Mad Max 2)
“You mean … lovemaking?”
“Don't you dare having fun inside this conversation. You are supposed to be intimidated, traumatised and utterly frightened”
“I'm trying. Let's see, I asked George (Big Banging Bro) about it a couple years ago and he began talking about bees and flowers, then he said he had to go fock his girlfriend and never finished the lesson.”
2:49 – 3:33: Second album, we can say we have a trend. Myung's songs feature the best vocal lines, and it isn't as close as you may think.
“Can you resume talking now?” (Fabuolous Moolah)
“Still bleeding a bit but I think I can manage. Nice left hook, Mom”
“Why haven't we talked about IT before?” (Mrs Keaton)
“Didn't figure you liked Stephen King. OK DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!”
3:33 – 3:57: Oh Noooooo! The U2 tune is dropping its mask! My God! That's Dream Theater's entrance music! IT'S GRABBING A STEEL CHAIR!
“You were saying?” (Layla Ali)
“It didn't seem … right.”
“Oh. And did IT yesterday?” (Cersei Lannister)
“Mom, have you just Scooby-Dooed me?”
“You ARE your father's son” (Lady Stark)
3:57 – 4:32: FATES WARNING HAS ENTERED THE RING! IT'S A TAG TEAM MATCH NOW!
“You are SO young. It takes nothing to ruin both your lives.” (Cellos)
“Mom, you were 19 when ...”
“Exactly my point” (Violas)
“Oh. That's focking cold, you hurt me.”
“And you hurt me hiding your precious life experiences” (Violins)
“Now you're totally playing pissy diva just to victimise me”
“You ARE your father's son” (String Section Cluster)
4:32 – 5:25: Baby, baby, baby, light my waaaaay ... Sorry, couldn't help it.
“Anyway, I hope you are using protection” (Awkward)
“Yeah. Next time I'm checking you are actually miles away”
“Dolt” (Better)
“Kidding. We play IT safe”
“Good. Next time play IT safer. Rikki almost choked”
(I AM my mother's son)
5:25 – 6:05: Nice decent impactless thing, promising way more than it actually delivered. Not sure whether I'm eager to do it again.
That's what Girlfriend#1 is probably thinking, but I guess it covers the song too.
Coming Next: Scarred
EDIT: Fock Typo, really.