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Adriano Celentano - "Prisencolinesunaciusol"
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Celentano, an Italian, sings, as do his back-up vocalists, in a language wholly of his own devising. In an interview, he said that making a song that reckoned with incommunicability was a result of 'modern life, where no one understands each other anymore'. You don't need to be a graduate student to pick up on a whole other kind of understanding and communication that's going on in this song, so invigorating is it that sea urchins and lichen are responsive to it - remember in Ghostbusters 2, when they play that song that makes the ooze dance in the toaster? Same thing. Oh and Prisencolinwhatever is supposed to mean "universal love".
Here's a post over at Cosmic Boogie about DJ edit master Greg Wilson's new version of the track: http://www.cosmicboogie.co.uk/2008/03/27/greg-wilson-ruff-edits/
And here's a mix by Baleric DJ Timm Sure posted over at Nearest Faraway Place, which features said edit by Greg Wilson:
http://nearestfarawayplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-is-it.html
Saturday, April 26, 2008
ADRIANO CELENTANO - "Prisencolinesunaciusol"
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Adriano,
Beats of No Country,
Greg Wilson,
Italy,
Shake it to the Ground
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