Hozier – Take Me To Church

Irsko tijelo, crna duša..

Mladi irski glazbenik Andrew Hozier-Byrne koji je poznat uglavnom kao Hozier, jedan je od kantautora koji, kad pusti glas, zvuči poput nekog s druge strane Atlantika.

Hozier se nakon dva uspješna EP-a (“Take Me To The Church” i “From Eden”) oglasio dugosvirajućim albumom. Iako je u posljednje vrijeme britanska scena bogata izdanjima koja kombiniraju pristupačni pop, soul, blues i gospel, Hozier se među njima razlikuje po tome što ga (za sada) interesira samo žanrovi nastali ‘preko bare’ i slijedi ih pobožno poput redovnika, te se mu nije mrsko ostaviti manje komercijalan aranžman u pjesmi, ako joj on bolje pristaje.

Također ga krasi pravi crnački soul glas i senzibilitet. U uvodnoj “Take Me To The Church” čak citira stari napjev “Amen” prije nego ga zavrti u zanimljive melodijske pop-kvake i prijelaze, dok duboki prateći vokali podebljavaju vezu s izvorom inspiracije, američkim Jugom. To je pjesma koja se bavi jačanjem humanosti kroz demonstriranje ljubavi, o vjerskoj diskriminaciji, a Hozier je pokazao da ozbiljno razmišlja i želi progovarati o društvenim temama.

Hozier već sada ima jak autorski pečat kojeg karakteriziraju otvoreno izražavanje emocija, igranje na kartu ‘teške’ atmosfere, pogotovo s klavirom i/ili orguljama, stupnjevano dodavanje dramatike i naravno, već prije jasno usmjereno stremljenje prema korijenskim oblicima countrya, folka, bluesa, gospela, soula.

 

“Take Me To Church”

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

“We were born sick” you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me “Worship in the bedroom”
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

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