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PJ Harvey - Let England Shake (2011)

Свежайший восьмой альбом PJ Harvey. Полуакустический, "странный", оригинальный, почвенический, с фолком, пронзительный. Большей частью о Войне (не о конкретной, а именно с большой буквы). И об Англии (столько раз слово England в одном альбоме вообще вряд ли кто-то произносил). Среди источников вдохновения Полли Джин называет Гарольда Пинтера и Томаса Элиота; работы Дали и "Бедствия войны" Гойи; The Doors, The Pogues, The Velvet Underground; фильмы Кубрика (ставлю на "Цельнометаллическую", "Тропы славы" и "Барри Линдона") и Кена Лоуча; ну и материалы разнообразных конфликтов, включая Ирак и Афганистан. А записано все это в старой церкви. Пластинку западные критики просто обласкали. Из нашего - вот рецензия Саши Горбачева в Афише.


PJ Harvey - Let England Shake (2011)

Release Date: 14 February 2011

1. Let England Shake (3:09)
2. The Last Living Rose (2:21)
3. The Glorious Land (3:34)
4. The Words That Maketh Murder (3:45)
5. All And Everyone (5:39)
6. On Battleship Hill (4:07)
7. England (3:11)
8. In The Dark Places (2:59)
9. Bitter Branches (2:29)
10. Hanging In The Wire (2:42)
11. Written On The Forehead (3:39)
12. The Colour Of The Earth (2:33)
13. The Nightingale (4:13) [iTunes bonus track]
14. The Big Guns Called Me Back Again (2:44) [iTunes bonus track]

covers, info & lyrics included

mp3 CBR 320 kbps 44.1 kHz 111 Mb 47:05 min (ссылки с фанки):
iFolder / multiupload

Слушать хотя бы на второй-третий раз надо с текстами: понимаете, о чем на самом деле гусли, - восприятие разительно меняется. Под катом

И, наконец, взял по строфе из каждой песни, перетасовал и постарался слепить краткую историю-пересказ альбома:

I live and die
Through England
Through England
It leaves a sadness

Our land is ploughed by tanks and feet
Feet, marching
Oh, America, oh, England
Oh, America, oh, England

I have searched for your springs
But people, they stagnate with time
Like water, like air

Another day, Bobby, for you to come home
And tell me indifference has won, won, won

There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass
Just unburied ghosts are there
Hanging in the wire

There was laughing, and I could not laugh
There was singing, and I could not sing
The big guns called me back again

Death was everywhere
In the air and in the sounds

Cruel nature has won again
Cruel nature has won again

I've seen soldiers fell like lumps of meat
Blown and shot out beyond belief
Arms and legs were in the trees

So our young men
Hid with guns
In the dirt
And in the dark places

Their young wives with white hands
Wave goodbye
Their arms as bitter branches
Spreading into the world

War is here in our beloved city

Every one of us will go to paradise
He sang to the soldiers day and night
We called him the nightingale
Get ready, get ready, get ready

He's still up on that hill
Twenty years on that hill
Nothing more than a pile of bones
But I think of him still
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