KALEIDOSCOPE (UK), IN THE ROOM OF PERCUSSION 1967

Este fantástico álbum “Tangerine dream” del grupo londinense Kaleidoscope, (al que no hay que confundir con sus homónimos norteamericanos), se publicó en año 1967, no me cansaré de repetir en este blog, que el 67 fue uno de los mejores, mas productivos e inventivos de la historia de la música contemporánea. El tema que aquí nos trae “In the room of percusión” tiene claros matices psicodélicos, tanto en su estilo musical como en el mensaje de su letra que narra las escenas que discurren en el interior de una sala de ensayos, donde todo es fantasía y confusión mental: “En la sala de percusión, la discusión se desliza a través de la puerta, una máquina tragaperras, se ríe en voz alta y desaparece nuevamente. Dios mío, hay arañas por todas partes!!”. Sin duda alguna, estos chicos se ayudaban de sustancias alucinógenas para inspirarse y poder crear maravillas como esta que tenemos el privilegio de disfrutar hoy. Mountainous pictures of coloured scenes appear upon my face And the joss stick smoke of sense dissolves, forever in its place The shadowy friends that line the walls all dream while laying down While the window tapping silhouette in rain begins to drown In the room of percussion The discussion slides as you enter through the door And the one armed bandit Laughs aloud and disappears once more Foolish thoughts of ecstasy are dead but without too much concern In the heart, my hopes by millions lay twisted as they burn The crooked faces of clocks appear and die in nightmare dreams While juggling music surrounds us both and turns our thoughts to screams In the room of percussion The discussion slides as you enter through the door And the one armed bandit Laughs aloud and disappears once more My God, the spiders are everywhere! With ruby wine and our tangled nerves, our mouths flap in despair And with tumbled words of poetry, we try and prove we care But the glow-worm light of creativeness moves out into the rain And the joss stick dies and disappears, its scent alone remains In the room of percussion The discussion slides as you enter through the door And the one armed bandit Laughs aloud and disappears once more In the room of percussion The discussion slides as you enter through the door And the one armed bandit Laughs aloud and disappears once more My God, the spiders are everywhere!