Επιστροφή στην post-punk επικράτεια των ’80s με ένα από ένα από τα υποτιμημένα γκρουπ της περιόδου – χάρη στο φλερτ του με ιδιώματα αφορισμένα από τη “musically correct” ιντελιγκένσια της εποχής. Ακούμε δυο κομμάτια από ισάριθμα άλμπουμ των Chameleons από το Μάντσεστερ – περισσότερο “σε ζήτηση” με το νέο millennium απ’ όσο την εποχή της κυκλοφορίας τους.
Τα άλμπουμ : What Does Anything Mean? Basically – 1985 & Script Of The Bridge – 1983, αντίστοιχα

Back to the post-punk territory of the ’80s with one of the underrated bands of the period—perhaps due to their flirtation with genres shunned by the “musically correct” intelligentsia of the time. We’re listening to two tracks from two albums by The Chameleons from Manchester—more “in demand” in the new millennium than at the time of their release.
The albums: What Does Anything Mean? Basically – 1985 & Script of the Bridge – 1983, respectively.

00:00 Silence, Sea And Sky 01:53 Don’t Fall

DON’T FALL
“In his Autumn ‘fore the Winter
Comes Mans’ last mad surge of youth.
What on earth are you talking about?” (spoken sample)
Don’t fall!, don’t fall!
Alone in a room
I’ve been here once before
Shapes in the hall, I’m barricade the door
I’m out on the edge, but I’m not defeated yet
I hear my name above everything else
Mark, Mark above everything else
Don’t fall!
See this, freak out
Nothing’s familiar
And nothing seems to fit into the scheme of things
Seeing faces where there shouldn’t be faces
No-one’s really certain what tomorrow brings
Don’t fall my friend
Oh, this nightmare never ends
Hiding inside, a room that’s running red
The place to be, exists only in your head
And the focus of fear
Within the creases of a dress, a female dress
How did I come to be drowning in this mess?
Oh, fucking mess!
See this, freak out
Nothing’s familiar
And nothing seems to fit into the scheme of things
Seeing faces where there shouldn’t be faces
No-ones really certain what tomorrow brings
Don’t fall
I know your back’s against the wall
But this roaring silence won’t devour us all
Freak out, nothing’s familiar
Some things re-arrange the scheme of things (repeat)
Don’t fall…