dimecres, 22 d’octubre del 2008

The Shins: Indie-Rock


Qui són ?

Procedeixen de Nuevo México (Alburquerque). El grup el va crear el cantant, guitarrista i principal compositor James Mercer, e bateria Jessie Sandoval i el teclista Marty Crandall (tots ells del grup Flake Music). El 1997 es va iniciar la seva trajectòria. Més tard, s'hi incorpora al grup el baix Neal Langford (component també de Flake Music). .. El 2003 Neal surt de la banda i retorna en Dave Hernandez. La banda va publicar els seus dos primers singles «Nature Bears A Vacuum» (1999) i «When I Goosestep» (2000). El 2001 publiquen el seu primer disc "Oh Inverted World” (2001), que aquí va passar sense pena ni glòria. És un àlbum molt brillant, amb melodies pop impressionants, amb harmonies vocals que fan pensar amb els Beach Boys, Zombies o els Who. És un disc que dura poc (poc més de 30 minuts) i alguns dels seus millors temes són: "New Slang", "Girl inform me”, “Know your onion” o “Caring is creepy”P. Els seus posteriors treballs són:

2002: Know your opinion (EP)
2003: So says I (EP); Chutes too Narrow
2004: Fighting in a Sack (EP)
2005: Pink Bullets (single)
2006: Phantom Limbe (single); Live at Austin City Limits
2007: Wincing the Night Away; Live Session (EP)

La seva música la podríem definir com a "indie-rock", tot i que i trobem diversos estils com el pop, el rock, alternativa, country o folk. Música alegre, refrescant.

La cançó: New Slang.



La lletra de la cançó:

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don’t know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And i’d a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it’s right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head’s to the wall and i’m lonely.
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And i’d a danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns ’till they melt away.
I’m looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you’d ‘a took to me like
Well i’d a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.