Another dozen nails in the coffin as to why lyrics aren't important
One of the benefits of being in a backwater burg like Prague, CZ, is we get to hear of stuff long after its sell-by date. Let’s call it the cultural dribble effect. Or at least, internet backwash. Anyway, a good example is Prisencolinensinainciusol, the groundbreaking single by Italian ‘Gainsbourg’ Adriano Celentano.
What sounds like gibberish is apparently Celentano’s mickey-take on posy Italian pop stars, who’d string together any old Englishy-sounding stuff to be cool. Yeah, funny, thinking English is a cool language… But we digress.
Here it is:
Aside from the Engrish lyrics, let’s look at what makes this an uberly-fab tune:
* It is actually 1973. At Power’s Towers we thought this was a contemporary song with a retro-video, so under the spell of the spectacle we have become. And, indeed, why not?
* The backing track’s looped! We’d hate to have been the poor assistant engineer copying and splicing that baby together, sans SMPTE code…. Yikes! “Look ma – no computers!”
* Celentano’s rapping long before the Sugarhill Gang hit the charts.
Fact is, it’s delivered more like Brian Johnson’s vocal on Back in Black.
* Plus! He sings off-key at the end to keep some interest in what’s by then running to almost 4mins of 45rpm singleness. Check out his phrasing throughout – fine work, and tasty ad-libs.
* The video has super-seventies choreography that only white people can put together. So square it’s almost oval-shaped…. In a good way.
* The actual lyrics are hilarious. Here’s an alternate version of Prisencolinensinainciusol with the ideal classroom composition:
So, to return to our theme – the lyrics are a doggam sight less important than certain po-faced individuals claim. What matters most is the song.
(Though we still think it’s shit to steal someone’s song, lash it up on YouTube, and put ads on it).