En fin, dejemos las historias de abuelo para mejor ocasión. Pero el folk, el folkrock y aledaños me pueden.
Todo este preámbulo me ha servido para hacer saber a quien me lea que hay un grupo, no novedad pero suficientemente reciente y muy british, que partiendo de aquella corriente de recuperación del folk de finales del siglo XX y principios del siglo XXI (Devendra Banhart, The Leisure Society, Andrew Bird, Vetiver) han ido cambiando hacia canciones con toques electrónicos sin dejar de lado las melodías y los patrones pop-folk. Tienen algo que engancha dentro de su sencillez. Y además quiero destacar su facilidad para fabricar buenos estribillos, casi a la altura de unos Fountains of Wayne.
Noah and the Whale, nacido en 2006 está liderado por Charlie Fink y aún siendo indie no renuncia a lo comercial. De hecho entre le público anglosajón tienen un huevo de éxito. Os dejo varios enlaces a la entrada de la wikipedia y a su propia web. Como complemento, una entrada de la wikipedia relativa al indiefolk como corriente musical.
http://www.noahandthewhale.com/home.php
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah_and_the_Whale
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indie_folk
Y para oír mientras leéis o para ver, la canción Tonight's The Kind Of Night de su último disco, del cual veis la portada, en vivo para el diario The Guardian Con su letra y todo.
Tonight's The Kind Of Night
There's a boy with his head
Pressed up to the window
Of a bus heading out of town
Pressed up to the window
Of a bus heading out of town
In his breath on the glass
He draws with his finger
A map of the roads they go down
He draws with his finger
A map of the roads they go down
Circles of street lights
Are the only signal
That there's people out there in the black
Are the only signal
That there's people out there in the black
He waves goodbye
To the town he grew up in
He knows that he'll never come back
To the town he grew up in
He knows that he'll never come back
But the night outside is five below
His heart is pumping blood
On his lips a perfect smile
His eyes begin to flood
His heart is pumping blood
On his lips a perfect smile
His eyes begin to flood
Because tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
The rumble strip clack
And the rattling frame
Beat out a pulse on his head
And the rattling frame
Beat out a pulse on his head
The engine hums
A humble tune
A melody of rubber and lead
A humble tune
A melody of rubber and lead
Under lamp light glow
And paradise stars
An infinity of dancing white light
And paradise stars
An infinity of dancing white light
He sees that his debt
Is to experience only
And not to those who'd plan out his life
Is to experience only
And not to those who'd plan out his life
But the night outside is five below
The moon is in the sky
His heart is full of perfect joy
He whispers his goodbye
The moon is in the sky
His heart is full of perfect joy
He whispers his goodbye
Because tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Where everything could change
Tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
And tonight he's not gunna come back home
Oh tonight he's not gunna come back home
Oh tonight he's not gunna come back home
Oh tonight's the kind of night
Where everything could change
Where everything could change
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