Recensione: CHILDISH GAMBINO – “3.15.20”

Recensione: CHILDISH GAMBINO – “3.15.20”

53:49. Questa la durata del nuovo progetto sonoro di Donald Glover. Progetto si perchè chiamare disco questo “3.15.20” sarebbe abbastanza riduttivo. 

Un composto unico e continuo ricco di sprazzi di genialità che prendono differenti forme sonore. Il disco non ha titoli dei brani (se non per tre canzoni), non ha riferimenti visivi in copertina ma si esprime solo attraverso liriche e beat.  Una sorta di set infinito. 

Il disco parte con una intro onirica e cosmica. Una apertura che porta al futuro digitale di Algorhythm, dove il beat oscuro quasi trip hop dell’inizio si apre  strizzando l’occhio a più ripetizione verso suoni più soul e r&b (mi ricorda persino Prince!) .

La successiva Time, una sorta di gospel interstellare, è quella con il feat. “uncredited vocals” di Ariana Grande. Ce ne saranno degli altri nel disco: 21 Savage, Ink e Khadja Bonet. 

Si passa subito dopo a 12.38 (quella con i feat, di 21 Savage e Khadja Bonet). L’inizio ti immerge in un beat tribale per poi portarti in uno stilosissimo soul ricco di falsetti e vociferare sensuale ed ammiccante, e poi il rap di 21 Savage spacca di brutto! Un brano da brividi che si chiude, dopo oltre sei minuti, in 19:10  beat industriale e sperimentale pieno di synth dove l’ispirazione di Prince è sempre più evidente. 

24.19 è una love song di quasi otto minuti  che termina con un battito che diventa quasi un beat dei Daft Punk e prosegue in 32.22 pezzo apocalittico e guerreiro.
Una atmosfera bucolica ci proietta nella successiva  35.31 , versione da fattoria di  This is America che termina in un pezzo acapella quasi come un coro alla Queen! 

La successiva è la conosciuta e già edita Feels Like Summer. A seguire 47.48 traccia funk sperimentale che vede una riflessione sull’ascesa della violenza e il ruolo dei social media nella nostra società. L’outro presenta una tenera conversazione sull’amore tra Donald e suo figlio Legend.

Il disco si conclude con un beat possente e sincopato che vede Gambino alternarsi tra rap, cantato e falsetto.  

The artist formally known as Childish Gambino mi sembra sia sempre più l’erede di Prince. 
Una super bomba! 

SCORE:  8,50

TRE BRANI DA ASCOLTARE SUBITO: Algorhythm – 12.38 – 35.31


Supercomputer status, walkin’ along streets
Everyone is an addict, stumbling concrete
What was the motivation? Constant communication
Everybody wanna get chose like Moses
Came out Mother Earth smelling like roses
Summon the new edition, made it way too efficient
Made us the guinea pig and did it with no permission
Told it to call a friend, didn’t tell it to listen
So very scary, so binary, zero or one
Like or dislike, coal mine canary
I dream in color, not black and white
You sell your daughter on that data stream
Dopamine make it hit now
Humans don’t understand, humans gon’ sell a lie
Humans gotta survive, we know we gon’ die
Nothing can live forever, you know we gon’ try
Life, is it really worth it? The algorythm is perfect, mmh

Everybody (Everybody), move your body, now do it (Now do it)
Here is something (Ooh), that’s gonna make you move and groove
(Please don’t lose that tempo)
(Moving how they say so)

Step, step, slide, slide
Move your body from side to side
Clap your hands, don’t spite the vibe
Keep on moving, you might survive
Pressure is to evolve, take a bite of the apple
We crush it into the sauce, how do we know the cost?
How do we know the truth without feeling what could be false?
Freedom of being wrong, freedom of being lost
Wait a minute, wait a minute (Wait a minute, wait a minute)
Feelin’ like the devil did it (Devil did it, ooh)
Lord willing, I’ma step to it (Step to it)
You gon’ fall behind if you can’t do it (Ooh, yeah)
Ooh, we eating good over here now (Yeah)
Is you eating good over there now? (No)
Human ain’t the move, do I care now? (No)
Looking for something worth it, the algorhythm is perfect, mmh

Everybody (Everybody), move your body, now do it (Now do it)
Here is something (Ooh), that’s gonna make you move and groove
(Please don’t lose that tempo)
(Moving how they say so)
Algorhythm (Woo)
Everybody (Everybody), move your body, now do it (Now do it)
Here is something (Ooh), that’s gonna make you move and groove
Algorhythm (Woo)
Algorhythm (Yeah, yeah)


Someone made a mess in my account (Someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (Yes, yes)
Bode, Bentley addict, I go manic (Oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie ‘til it’s slanted, ooh
I’m gon’ beat it up, ooh, lady
I’m gon’ make you dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who talkin’ all that trash (You the one who talkin’ all that trash)
Forty-five, I’ll twenty-eight that ass (Ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (Yeah, ooh)
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, “Eat this psilocybin, I’ma be right back”
I’m like, “Aight” (Aight)
“Ayy, I don’t know what psilocybin is” (No)
“This better not be no molly”
She just laughed and closed the door
Dark chocolate, sea salt
I took a bite
She said, “We gon’ have a special night”
I said, “Who you telling, girl? I know that”
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (Shadow move)
Ooh, you’re so divine (Yes, you are)
And them panties came off (Ooh, yes they did)
I’ma give you some privacy (Uh)
Pictures with your stepsisters (Hmm)
N. K. Jemisin with you, uh
Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (Meow)
Ayy, why your cat lookin’ at me sideways?
“Sing to her”
I said, “Nah, I’ll put on the radio though”
(I might let you go)
Lay back on my back (Uh), vibrate
My ex on some BS
She walked out the closet
Girl, never write a check I can’t deposit
She said, “Boy, stop, let’s go walkin'” (Let’s go walkin’)
“You wanna be outside for this”
We just talkin’
Dogpark looking like a Trader Joe’s (Roof, roof)
Papillon, mmh, thought you hated those
Other girls, uh, let they shady show
Every time we walk around
They say, “How she gonna hold him down?” No
They don’t know what they missing
Most these niggas wanna run around with these SZAs (Yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin’ all in my pockets (All in my pockets)
I was going hard (By the magic hour)
We were holdin’ hands, tried to make me understand (Yeah)
Make girls fall in love, that’s my (Magic power), yes
Everybody’s jealous I won’t ease it with these colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin’ for donation (Ooh)
I’m not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation (I am not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation)
Goddamn, man, this girl goin’ crazy on my Motorola
She said, “Let me answer it” (Let me answer)
Then she’ll know it’s over (Ooh)
Girl, you cancerous, you gon’ ruin my life
Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife
She just laughed and touched my face (What you mean?)
You don’t understand what this is (Oh wait, wait, wait, wait)
I ain’t lookin’ for another lifetime
Let’s just stay here and enjoy the great design
Had the iceberg tucked in my waist (Bling)
Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face (No)
I just thought that we were vibin’
You don’t love her, then you lyin’
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (It’s okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set the snow on fire
The reason that your suffer is desire (Huh)
The reason that I’m moving with this ooh-wee
I was lovin’ life, I got too deep (I was too deep)
Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singing me another sad song (Ooh)
Oh, until we meet again

This ain’t special, tell me what you want
This ain’t special, baby, this is fun
This ain’t special, tell me what you want
This ain’t special, baby, this is fun

Drop it off (21), let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth (Hold up, hold up), yes, I’m from the Dirty South
Lights out (Straight up), summertime, I brought the ice out (21)
Pipes out (On God), all my shooters came from Moscow
Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)
Baby, I’m a baller, ain’t no way that I can raw ya (Straight up)
She don’t want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (On God)
I’ve been counting M’s, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin (On God)
Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)
Talkin’ ‘bout your brother to get some pussy, that’s wack (Straight up)
The police keep harassin’ ‘cause I’m rich and I’m black (Straight up)
They mad ‘cause I made myself a boss without crack (On God)
I ain’t trippin’, boy, I’m Lamborghini whippin’ (21, 21)
Straight up out the trenches, money made me ign’ant (It did)
I’m on a private jet eatin’ Popeyes chicken (21)
I be flexin’ like I’m eatin’ Popeye’s spinach (21, 21, 21)

Morning dew
Percolating, still have a little time for Sunday, ooh (So baby, let’s take it back to the crib)
(Back to the, back, back to the)
Baby, I might let you go
Babe, baby, no matter what
And like I switch the other side of me
Baby got a whole lotta ride on me
Babe, baby, let’s take it back to crib
Back, back to the crib
Back, back to the, babe
I might let you go
Baby, baby, no matter what
And I can, I can, I can, I can
To the crib
Back to the crib, back to the
And no one seen them
Baby, I, baby, baby, I


What do you love?
I love… who do I love?
Yeah, who do you love?
Anybody else?
Mom and Oiallo. And Genesis
And I love… and I love Roland
And I love myself
That’s… those are good answers
Those are really good answers
Do you love yourself?
I do love myself
Does mommy love herself?
Do you love yourself?
Yeah, I do
You best or… (Do both)

[Outro: Childish Gambino & Legend Glover]


01 0.00 
02 Algorhythm 
03 Time 
04 12.38 
05 19.10 
06 24.19
07 32.22 
08 35.31 
09 39.28
10 Feels Like Summer – 42.26 
11 47.48 
12 53.49


2011 – Camp
2013 – Because the Internet
2016 – Awaken, My Love!
2020 – 3.15.20




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