Zoot Allures es un álbum de Frank Zappa, publicado en 1976. El disco incluye 9 canciones, entre ellas «Wind Up Workin' in a Gas Station», «Black Napkins», «The Torture Never Stops» y «Ms. Pinky».
Sobre el álbum
El álbum Zoot Allures es una obra peculiar dentro de la carrera de Frank Zappa, marcado por un sonido más oscuro y centrado en la guitarra. Tras disolver la banda de la gira de "Bongo Fury", Zappa grabó gran parte del disco él mismo a través de la técnica del overdubbing, lo que le da un carácter más íntimo y personal.
La guitarra de Zappa es la protagonista absoluta. El álbum contiene dos de sus piezas instrumentales más célebres y reverenciadas por los guitarristas: la canción que da título al disco, "Zoot Allures", es una pieza atmosférica y de tempo lento con un solo melódico y lleno de sentimiento; "Black Napkins" es una improvisación en directo que se ha convertido en una de sus composiciones más emblemáticas, un vehículo para su expresión más emotiva en la guitarra.
Sin embargo, el disco también incluye temas vocales que mantienen su habitual sátira. "The Torture Never Stops", por ejemplo, es una pieza siniestra y de ritmo hipnótico que describe una escena de mazmorra, mientras que "Disco Boy" es una burla mordaz de la cultura disco que empezaba a dominar la escena musical. El álbum equilibra la seriedad instrumental con el humor más negro.
"Zoot Allures" es un álbum de rock pesado y atmosférico, un escaparate para Frank Zappa como guitarrista. Aunque a veces es pasado por alto en su extensa discografía contiene algunos de sus momentos instrumentales más poderosos y memorables.
Listado de Canciones
- Wind Up Workin' in a Gas Station2:35
- Black Napkins4:18
Letra
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) (Instrumental) - The Torture Never Stops9:52
Letra
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin' 'N weepin' greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works 'N the torture never stops The torture never stops Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin' 'N weepin' greenish drops In the room where the giant fire puffer works 'N the torture never stops The torture never stops The torture The torture The torture never stops Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed His carvin' style is well rehearsed He stands and shouts All men be cursed All men be cursed All men be cursed All men be cursed And disagree, well no-one durst He's the best of course of all the worst Some wrong been done, he done it first (Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin' (Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops (Well) In the night of the iron sausage (Well) Where the torture never stops The torture never stops The torture The torture The torture never stops Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair Who are all those people that he's locked away up there Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeros someone painted? It has never been explained since at first it was created But a dungeon like a sin Requires naught but lockin' in Of everything that's ever been Look at hers Look at him That's what's the deal we're dealing in That's what's the deal we're dealing in That's what's the deal we're dealing in That's what's the deal we're dealing in - Ms. Pinky3:49
Letra
I got a girl with a little rubber head Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed She never talked back like a lady might do And she looks like she loves it every time I get through And her name is P-I-N-K-Y P-I-N no lie K-Y me-oh-my She's 69 - 95, give her a try P-I-N-K-Y P-I-N I cry K-Y don't be shy 69 - 95 boy, give her a try Her eyes 's all shut in an ecstasy face You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place Throw a little switch on her battery pack You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back And her name is P-I-N-K-Y P-I-N I cry K-Y don't be shy 69 - 95 boy, give her a try I got a girl with a little rubber head Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed She never talked back like a lady might do And she looks like she loves it every time I get through Her eyes 's all shut in an ecstasy face You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place Throw a little switch on her battery pack You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back - Find Her Finer4:22
Letra
Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her If you should see a girl on the street Now maybe you might think she is sweet But if you wanna tickle her treat Now really what should you do? Don't never let her know you are smart The universe is no place to start You gotta play it straight from the heart She gwine renunciate you That's why you gotta Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her Now maybe you might think this is crude And maybe you might think I am rude And maybe this approach I have spewed Is not the one for you But believe me later on you'll find As you impress her with your mind That you will just be left behind For a wiser fool So you might as well Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her Find her finer, sneak up behind her Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her Find her, blind her, see who designed her Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her - Friendly Little Finger4:19
- Wonderful Wino3:05
Letra
L.A. in the summer of '69 I went downtown and bought me some wine Oh, I drank it down under the table I said: watch me now, I'm gonna eat the label Well I'm a wino man, Don't you know I am? 36 - 24, hips about 30 I seen a fine lady And I started talkin' dirty Boy, she looked over at me And she raised her thumb She said: "Jam down the road You bum, bum, bum, bum" I'm a wino man, Don't you know I am? I went to the country, And while I was gone I lost control of my body functions On the road ahead at the ladies front lawn I'm so ashamed, But I'm a wino man I can't help myself I've been drinkin' all night Till my eyes got red Stumbled on the gutter And busted my head Bugs in my zoot suit, Been scratchin' like a dog I can't stand no water, And I stink like a hog Give me a five dollar bill, And an overcoat too Give me a five dollar bill, And an overcoat too A five dollar bill and an overcoat too A five dollar bill and a floor shine shoe - Zoot Allures4:15
Letra
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals) Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) (Instrumental) - Disco Boy5:28
Letra
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some dandruff might be hiding there. Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere. Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a disco boy, to treat you right. He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb. Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it while you're standing there. Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight. Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. You never duty. Go duty. Duty. You never duty. Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend. Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow. Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your disco sorrow. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright.