By Pedro Figueiredo:
The Strange Coats’ project is all about a healthy blend of various genres ranging from prog rock to folk, psychedelic rock to blues and even a smidge of indie, and that is exactly what they hope to unveil about themselves with their debut EP "Palaver". The word Palaver can mean amongst other things talking loudly and confusedly as you can see happen in this extended play with its contrasting songs be it through its different sounds or its bizarre lyrics, expect a truly delightful sonic experience.
E para acabar, passemos agora por um tema que tem como pano de fundo a casa do Migas:
A DREAMHOUSE INNIGHTMARISH SURROUNDINGS
Sabendo nós que
há infinitos olhares sobre o tema da música, aqui vai mais uma vez algo
completamente diferente.
Trago-vos os
STRANGE COATS, uma banda Portuguesa ainda muito jovem que nos brinda um som
rock alternativo.
Depois de uma
primeira audição poder-se-á dizer que o som destes meninos ainda está um pouco
trouxa. Falta lapidar, elaborar….enfim, nota-se que há algo ainda “puramente
virgem” no som dos SC. Mas também será honesto dizer que, a ser continuado este
trabalho, os Strange Coats poderão atingir o estrelato.
Mas então porque
vos trago uma proposta sonora ainda tão imatura quanto singela?
perguntar-me-ão…
Trago-a em forma
de homenagem. E por especial apreço que tenho pelo seu vocalista, um tal
tipo barbudo, cabeludo e com cara de bébe que vos aparece de soslaio nos
(poucos) vídeos da banda .
Eu explico
melhor.
Esse tal tipo
barbudo, cabeludo e com cara de bébé, o Miguel Menano (Migas para os amigos),
vi-o a nascer, crescer e até sonhar com a dita banda.
O Pai do Migas é
meu amigo desde o inicio dos tempos.
É um daqueles
Amigos muito especiais. Conheci-o ainda solteiro, à muitos, muitos anos atrás
(não fosse eu o Mr 69). Acompanhei-o nas inenarráveis idas a Macau e depois à
Tailândia. Foi aí onde acabaria por conhecer a Rim, sua futura esposa e Mãe do
Migas.
Enfim,
acompanhámo-nos e acompanhamo-nos mutuamente no crescimento das nossas
famílias.
E eis senão
quando o Migas me surpreende com a sua música.
Desculpar-me-ão
este pseudo-orgulho pelo puto. Mas não podia deixar escapar a oportunidade de
partilhar esta pérola convosco.
Tenham a
paciência de o ouvir e comentem. O puto (e a banda), precisam de crescer…
The Strange Coats’ project is all about a healthy blend of various genres ranging from prog rock to folk, psychedelic rock to blues and even a smidge of indie, and that is exactly what they hope to unveil about themselves with their debut EP "Palaver". The word Palaver can mean amongst other things talking loudly and confusedly as you can see happen in this extended play with its contrasting songs be it through its different sounds or its bizarre lyrics, expect a truly delightful sonic experience.
Um pouco a
contragosto (pois não é das minhas favoritas), começo pelo cover da banda
(único tema com vídeo)…
NO MODERATION IN DELIBERATION
NO MODERATION IN DELIBERATION
Set many thinkers a blaze,
A fire friendlier phase,
Burn all there is to be found,
How sharp can you be ten feet underground?
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
There's smoke that takes you down below,
And leaves you for dead along the road,
Alone with a howling lullaby,
When your lungs turn as black as the nightly sky
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
A fire friendlier phase,
Burn all there is to be found,
How sharp can you be ten feet underground?
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
There's smoke that takes you down below,
And leaves you for dead along the road,
Alone with a howling lullaby,
When your lungs turn as black as the nightly sky
A bunch of fuckers alone, is that what you like to call them?
I don't see all of what you see, so tell me what is your problem?
Night came abruptly on my knees,
I thought i'd still have time to enjoy the summer breeze,
But they've already started packing up the gifts,
We'll have to head to where the oceans shift,
It might be too dark to see, what the basket holds for each of us,
But there shall be given, a chance to be serious
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels descending from the skies,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Wouldn't it be nice to have peace running through your (veins) ?
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
I thought i'd still have time to enjoy the summer breeze,
But they've already started packing up the gifts,
We'll have to head to where the oceans shift,
It might be too dark to see, what the basket holds for each of us,
But there shall be given, a chance to be serious
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels descending from the skies,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
The dawn will eventually arrive, like angels,
Remorseful doubts shall dissipate and everyone will love what you create
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Wouldn't it be nice to have peace running through your (veins) ?
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Shut out the world and show us your soul
Upwards is my new direction,
I'll climb some shrieking stairs,
Where jaded skies, avoid the angry,
Nobody's eyes seem to watch me anymore,
Well I'm a dog, and running through the door,
Children's laughter in the wind will, calm my worried mind,
In clouded greatness, where the pipers shine
Raindrops in a wedge of time,
Link all of us in fray,
Remembering to forget today,
Tomorrow's yesterday
Soft clouds and feathered wishes,
Indulge the thirsty eye,
But the bubble bursts, the story's been told,
Where's our promised paradise, lover?
I'll climb some shrieking stairs,
Where jaded skies, avoid the angry,
Nobody's eyes seem to watch me anymore,
Well I'm a dog, and running through the door,
Children's laughter in the wind will, calm my worried mind,
In clouded greatness, where the pipers shine
Raindrops in a wedge of time,
Link all of us in fray,
Remembering to forget today,
Tomorrow's yesterday
Soft clouds and feathered wishes,
Indulge the thirsty eye,
But the bubble bursts, the story's been told,
Where's our promised paradise, lover?
Stirring in the void, lies the progeny of gloom,
In the midst of mayhem, he slips their minds impune,
A bitter harlequin, who ends the joke too soon,
Chagring through the ages, he's a common house buffoon
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder,
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
Beneath a sea of turmoil, comes wish for lenghty boon,
A voice that softly whimpers while the persecutors croon,
Searching all the lands, where opportunities may loom,
He was eager to hear songs, but they were charging for their tunes
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
How many times must the moon escape the sun?
How long 'till those two become one?
We may not last forever, but this song here just might,
So to all my friends I bid a fair good night.
Good night, good night, good night, good night
In the midst of mayhem, he slips their minds impune,
A bitter harlequin, who ends the joke too soon,
Chagring through the ages, he's a common house buffoon
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder,
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
Beneath a sea of turmoil, comes wish for lenghty boon,
A voice that softly whimpers while the persecutors croon,
Searching all the lands, where opportunities may loom,
He was eager to hear songs, but they were charging for their tunes
Silky garments cloak nothing,
No one climbs our ladder
It's far from interesting,
It's just good palaver
How many times must the moon escape the sun?
How long 'till those two become one?
We may not last forever, but this song here just might,
So to all my friends I bid a fair good night.
Good night, good night, good night, good night
E para acabar, passemos agora por um tema que tem como pano de fundo a casa do Migas:
A DREAMHOUSE INNIGHTMARISH SURROUNDINGS
The lights of the corridor, begin to fade
Our shadow seems to grow, alone in vain
Sounds of feet come near, above the roof
We've seen footprints up there, so there's the truth
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
I've told you to beware, to mind your step
Walls framed in infamy, give you reason to fret
You hurry to the balcony, to breathe the air
Neighbours laugh at your misery, it's good, it's fair
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
Our shadow seems to grow, alone in vain
Sounds of feet come near, above the roof
We've seen footprints up there, so there's the truth
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
I've told you to beware, to mind your step
Walls framed in infamy, give you reason to fret
You hurry to the balcony, to breathe the air
Neighbours laugh at your misery, it's good, it's fair
The room is filled with readers of the mind
Chronic quiescence, a lesson in divine
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