We had a room at Tropicana Motel

by Sex With Giallone

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We had a room at Tropicana Motel, disco d'esordio dei bolognesi Sex With Giallone, è un concept album che racconta a ritroso una storia di sesso e di morte, in un suicidio rituale che come una seduta spiritica evoca lo spirito più maledetto del rock & roll.
Iniziando dalla fine, l'album percorre la sordida storia con una ricchezza strumentale e compositiva che ripercorre in maniera sorprendente, personalissima e autentica tutta la storia "nascosta" della musica popolare degli ultimi cinquant'anni: dalla vena dark di Long Tall Sally che richiama il suono post-punk di Bauhaus o The Fall alla cavalcata trance di Glaswegian Tanz II, memore degli anni novanta più chimici e nichilisti, passando per le violente schegge dub di Man's Picken e l'industrial astrattista alla Throbbing Gristle di Latino Cheat, il tutto permeato da un alone di psichedelia con interventi elettronici che ricordano Delia Derbyshire ai tempi della collaborazione col combo rock dei White Noise.
Quest'approccio musicale, che attinge a piene mani da sperimentazioni e controculture note e meno note, è contrastato dai testi e dall'interpretazione primitiva e inguinale di Peter Smith, viscerale frontman che condensa in brevi esplosioni di parole un'elegia disperata incentrata sugli eventi all'interno dell'immaginario Tropicana Motel, albergo-topos che condensa in sè lo scenario di mille avvenimenti del rock sia narrate che reali, in primis quel Chelsea Hotel reso celebre da Ginsberg, Warhol e Sid Vicious, tra gli altri. L'album diventa così un condensato unico di suoni e parole che traduce tutta l'esperienza ritualistica e performativa del gruppo in una creazione unica e completa, gemma rara senza tempo che avrebbe solo potuto nascere in questo preciso momento storico.

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released February 9, 2015

Physical and tangible CD with deluxe see-through booklet available in extremely limited copies at swgiallone@gmail.com

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Laura Agnusdei
Saxophones

Caterina Barbieri
Electric Guitar, Vocals, Casio VL-Tone, Drum Machine

Rocco Peter Fornari
Bass, Drums and Percussions

Valerio Maiolo
Keyboards and Delays

Peter Smith
Vocals and Electric Guitar

Music composed and performed by Sex With Giallone 2010-2012
All tracks recorded by Roberto Rettura at Lo Studio Spaziale in Bologna (IT) in Autumn 2012 except Man’s Picken recorded at Lo Studio Spaziale and at SWG's Studio
Mixed at EMS in Stockholm (SE) and SWG's Studio in Bologna by Caterina Barbieri and Valerio Maiolo 2013-2014
All lyrics by Peter Smith
Artwork by Bianca Peruzzi and Valerio Maiolo
Special thanks to Enrico Gabrielli

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Track Name: Latino Cheat
We had a room at Tropicana Motel
It was a small room with a bed
That was the only thing
that still smelled like our love
that's the only thing I remember

It gets that feeling in your guts
you know it's barf
but it could be lust
Track Name: Springtime Children
The agent enters the room
Miss Burkley your son has committed suicide cuz he's a junky
The plunger sucks tricklers of blood like a purple jellyfish
It was an empty room with red walls
Scent of urine feces and sperm
Genitals still beating
7 a.m.'s low and grey light filtered flashy through the shutters
Wide roads
Occasional cars goin' 70 miles an hour towards derelicted factories
Wondering
I saw him wondering like a mercenary rides through the night watching miss death
With his mightest erection ready to blow
I choose the terminal option and the audience cracks out in a wild laughter
The agent turns off the TV
And the room drowns again in the annoyed light on the bedside table
Miss Burkley
Your son has committed suicide cuz is a junky
The agent leaves the room
Track Name: Long Tall Sally
Watching mons Veneris
With my head between her legs
The day is slipping slowly
Into an evening silent and vast
Languorous copulations
Between mermaids and mermen

Announcing their cumming blowing into cone-shaped shells
Track Name: Glaswegian Tanz I
Pictures with violence clash into the truth
As they can they'll sneak into their cache
Games that seem evergreen cuz libido is intrinsic
Perhaps we've been evicted
Like a junky through spasms like a lover in spasms games seen and reviewed

So if truth out of facts ended in rhyme all crappy songs will come to terms with common sense refuting the forcing of rhyme previously conceived in the first place
Track Name: Glaswegian Tanz II
At every table they where serving
Every table was served every fault was granted
Every awkward was pleased every fault was pleased every table was served
Winds and drums vibrating giving birth to the love dance
Track Name: Man's Picken
The juggler faints after the number with da cake
Faces look away thinkin that the juggler went insane
The music was sad blood drooling from his face he was left there shamed
T'aint no dub from the above it's the pressure of the trigger
T'aint no rub from ya block you know how slippy gets da finger

Tell me girl behind that lens i wanna know ur wicked fears
Into narrow gorges kissed by purple blue moons
U're insatiable