Saturday, June 24, 2006
Taking Care Of Puppies Game
The New Wave. A lot of musical productions in which it is sometimes possible to us discover the wonderful semi-unknown islands, inhabited by bands quickly sunk into anonymity whose treasures are randomly fished out after years of drift. It 's the case of (Excluding a couple of singles gathered recently in rimasterizzaione CD), launched by the Belgian group Martin "Joy Division" Hannet . The sounds are traditionally New Wave predominant rhythm section, low glowing, vaguely plaintive vocals and keyboards atmosferische. Certainly the most interesting property: though the pieces are not closely related to each other the result is a sort of concept album, where the references marine and the smash of a gurgling water between the workpiece and the other suggesting the idea of \u200b\u200bswim expressed in the title. Strokes fever and a quiet lull between waves alternate in a threatening sea wrapped in a claustrophobic darkness: a journey of Dante that sinuous waves and waves of overwhelming eventually leads to light. It 'just the homogeneity of expression the strength of an album that, while not particularly relevant offers adventure musical solutions, involving the listener with sound solutions essential but guessed and immerse ourselves in this spooky and decadent, where the reverent contemplation the immensity of the sea becomes a mirror of a tormented existence. Swimming is a wonderful shell carried by the tide on the beach, found by chance in a night without stars.
Monday, May 8, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
How Do I Rip A Data Disc
Sea Inside, on the high seas - in, weightless the bottom, where the dream come true: two wills
that make a real desire in 'meeting.
Kiss come to life with the roar of a bright
thunderbolt, my body has not changed more my body, is how to penetrate the center of the universe
:
The embrace more childish, and the purest of
one desire who has been saying, without words, more inside, more inside
up beyond all, through
the blood and bone marrow.
But I always wake up, and I always want
be dead, because I with my mouth
always remain within the network of your hair.
Ramón Sampedro
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