Kasabian
Site Officiel : http://www.kasabian.co.uk/kasabian/
Divers : http://www.test-transmission.net/
Formé en 1999 à Leicester, Kasabian est un quatuor influencé par l’esprit madchester qui est un mouvement né durant les années 80 en Angleterre, dont les porte-étendards les plus célèbres furent les Happy Mondays et les Stones Roses, et dont les chevelus de The Music ont contribué au renouveau en 2002 puis en 2004. Pour info, « Madchester » était le surnom donné à Manchester au moment de l’explosion de l’acid house, sorte de mélange entre la new wave et la house music dopé aux petites pilules extatiques et popularisé par un club mythique dénommé « Hacienda ».
Ceci dit, le combo anglais se montre capable de développer son propre style en orientant son rock vers l'electro, le hip-hop ou même la house avec une voix nonchalante et dédaigneuse, effluves de LSD, beats et basse groovy pop, rien ne manque à ce groupe revival !
Le nom du groupe s’inspire de Linda Kasabian qui conduisait la voiture de Charles Manson lors de son tristement célèbre massacre, mais aujourd'hui Kasabian pilote la nouvelle fusée pop qui va mettre tout le monde sur orbite.
Leur premier album a été créé en six mois à peine. Et pour ce faire, le groupe s’est retiré dans une ferme, à la campagne, pour se rejouer le mythe « sex and drugs and rock’n’roll ».
Il signe aujourd'hui son 1er album éponyme dont le mixage a été assuré par Jim Abbys (The Music, DJ Shadow, Unkle...)..
Mais, pour être tout à fait clair, un avertissement s’impose : amateurs de pop cristalline voire lisse à la Travis ou à la Keane, fondus de grosses guitares, allergiques aux synthétiseurs, passez votre chemin. Les routes empruntées ici sont en effet particulièrement torturées, les schémas totalement déstructurés, et doivent au bout du compte à la fois aux digressions du rock progressif des années 70 et au phrasé et aux rythmiques du rap.
Précédé de quatre excellents singles assez caractéristiques du son bouillant de l’album, parmi lesquels « Club Foot » et les fantastiques « Processed Beats » et « Lost Souls Forever », cet album, qui figure à mon sens parmi les grandes réussites de cette année, réussit parfaitement sa mission consistant à distiller des refrains entêtants fondés sur des beats aux sonorités ethniques. « Running Battle », par exemple, bombe en puissance, en est l’illustration typique, au même titre que « Test Transmission » ou encore « Butcher Blues », dans un registre toutefois plus langoureux. « I.D. », quant à elle, fait curieusement penser à du... Archive !
L’impression d’ensemble qui se dégage de ce disque à l’intrigante pochette digne de Blake et Mortimer est sans doute celle d’un joyeux foutoir, mais un foutoir maîtrisé, étudié, loin du bordel punk des Robots in Disguise par exemple, ce qui témoigne de sa parenté fondamentale avec la pop anglaise et ce qui le rend d’autant plus aimable.
En conclusion, destiné tant aux pistes de danse qu’aux salons confortables, ce premier album acide mais délicat en bouche ne pourra laisser personne indifférent et, pour peu qu’ils y soient réceptifs, ne manquera pas de combler les amateurs des disques qui sortent des sentiers battus. Un gros coup de coeur, rien de moins.
1 / Club Foot
One...take control of me?
You're messing with the enemy
Said its 2, it's another trick
Messin with my mind, I wake up
Chase down an empty street
Blindly snap the broken beats
Said it's gone with the dirty trick
It's taken all these days to find ya
I tell you I want you
I tell you I need you
Friends, take control of me
Stalking cross' the gallery
All these pills got to operate
The colour quits and all invade us
There it goes again
Take me to the edge again
All I got is a dirty trick
I'm chasin down all walls to save ya
I tell you I want you
I'll tell you I need you
I... the blood ain't on my face
Just wanted you near me
I tell you I want you
I'll tell you I need you
The blood ain't on my hands
Just wanted you near me
2 / Processed Beats
ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I break bones stealing mobile phones
And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using chinese burns
As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
3 / Reason is treason
See the stones coming at my window
Ever since then I've not been conscious
to all the chains of dirt passed onto me
Rubicon it's almost over
Rubicon has come so close to me
Turn back or we'll start the fire
They're all part of the big machine now
Check the angles from both forces
Overcome by the need to fight it,
fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye to you
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye
but I don't turn around 'cos the reason is treason
See the stones coming at my window
See they left me no protection
Tell his family that he won't be ok
K! I! L-L!
Turn away from the suffering silence
You can't face your country using you
Check the angles from both forces
Overcome by the need to fight it,
fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye to you
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye
but I don't turn around 'cos the reason is treason
4 / I.D
No one else is here
And I can't get, since I'm nothing
No one else gets high
And I can't sleep cause I got nothing
Feeling I am lost
Control to a higher force
Music is my, my love
No one else is here
And I can't get, since I'm nothing
No one else comes clean
And I can't sleep, cause I got nothing
Feeling I am lost
Control to a higher force
Music is my, my love
Music is my, Music is my, Music is my
5 / Orange
6 / L.S.F (Lost Soul Forever)
I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
Ya know I need it, much closer
I'm trading (or treading) just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are on fire!
I'm much deeper, a sleeper
Waiting for the vinyl trip
Come on it, get on it
I'm carving thru a letterbomb
I need it, like potions
These drugs are just an hour away
Come on it, electronic
A polyphonic prostitute, the motor's on fire
Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on!
We got our backs to the wall!
Ah!
Get on!
And watch out!
Sayin, "Yer gonna kill us all!"
Ahhh...I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
7 / Running Battle
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
I take down what I need
Cause you know I need to breathe
I'm tired of walking on another plane
Another plane cause I feel insane, I...
Step back to get to you
Cut back I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
So keep those voices down
Even if you dont make no sound
A thousand voices makin all the mistakes
The fire escapes and this code must break
I...
Step back to get to you
Cut back I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
8 / Test Transmission
9 / Pinch Roller
10 / Cut Off
John was a scientist, he was hooked on LSD
Interested in mind control and how the monkey held the key
Said that all life is experiments somebody's planning for the heir
It's for the unexpected citizens who hallucinate in fear.
Sing that.
Chew the backbone, A solar system, these clever convicts
In union station, with a package in his hand
Tied to the suspect, he chanced him where he stand
And I don't think you realise he's coming for your neck
And the sound is breaking all around
He's keeping lives in check
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts
Making his getaway threw a punched out mirror
He blend into the crowd, hear the system scream
And all those spies that strikes your head
are clinging to their guns
And if you smell those almonds man, I think you better run.
Checkout.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, these clever convicts.
11 / Butcher Blues
Coco believe me
I'm a lonesome man
I wanna get stoned and trip some wires
I wanna get myself underground
I said that, you must believe me
When I say I'm fightin the dead
Lyin low across the evening
Can you see the lumps on my head?
But I got these voices that just keep singin out
Sayin..
"I just cant stop losin' control"
"I just cant stop losin' control"
Said that..."I just cant stop losin' control"
Trench wander pavement
Tryin to score some love
In the corner of the city
Matching faces with fees
I guess that you never been here by the look upon ya face
Standing with all the whores and cannibals
In the censored race
Singin out..
"I just cant stop losin' control"
"I just cant stop losin' control"
Said that...
"I just cant stop losin' control"
"I just cant stop losin' control"
( x 2 )
I got these voices....
12 / Ovary Stripe
13 / U Boat
sit and wait for you cause' this was never over
I hear the talk in codes
If you want me then come get me
You want me so come get me
I'm standing with my allies
Sellin' arms to strangers
Watch them shoot ya down
There aint nothin' I will say to you
But I know your eyes are fearin'
I watch as you creep by
I'll find my way, wont let go
I'll find my way, wont let go
I'm standing with my allies
Sellin' guns to strangers
Still dont let me sin
