which then tells me that Chicago Italian music. The Chicago, where it deserves. Denovo from Sicily (Catania, to be precise) were a bright meteor almost a trentello ago, starting in conjunction with supermanzi Litfiba (arrived behind them in a contest for talented young rock !!!!) but shortly after melting like snow in the sun. Now Mario Venuti and Luca Madonia (do not know what to do and Tony Madonia Gabriele Carbone, the other two members of the band) range from production more or less decent, a few shots of charts (veramente!) and appearances at alternate sanscemo . But let's face it. Vivacchiano. Especially in relation to their potential early. bystanders also remember the delicious Unicanisai album, which followed the debut EP that contained "Nothing insects on Wilma." And the song tonight, a song by XTC but also vaguely Talking Heads, which are entirely original and unusual in the Italian of those times I'm sorry you are so scattered. But in the end is even better, to preserve the memory of the taste "who knows what would have been if". Best wishes to Luke and Mario, even if you do not know.
But damn if the 90 should go to memory for the beautiful statues of Seattle. Eccheccavolo The real adrenaline was elsewhere. Elsewhere . For example, in the Bay Area. But as soon eh. Les Go, give him dry. (do not forget Tim and Larry)
Mediatrek Ernesto Assante already hang out for a while, it was 2003, yes certainly was 2003 because my son was born a year later and I still remember fondly the night I came home after he was born and I wrote all excited even the friends of the blog. You know those events that are to tell everyone you feel you can not do without it and I was overwhelmed by such a heat wave I decided to start a blog of my own. Yes short Spataffi to say this whole thing. until 2003 had never heard Kyuss well. Incredible for one that has its origins in rock hard, but believable when you consider that for at least five or six years in the 90s I had never heard a record that was one. Total black out, then fortunately recovered. So speaking of this and that (not the night of the birth of my son eh) came out of the friend who invited me SHADO listening to the three most important album of the guys in question, those who know all there from 1992 to 1997 . hell broke loose. The root-hard-rock by definition. The power back to basics under control. The polverosissimo and heavy sound created by Josh Homme and company (but diobonino how old he is still young then and now, 18?) that pierce the decade of the '90s like no other album of the Seattle sound modaiolissimo had managed to do. Perhaps only the Alice in Chains are saved in comparison merciless. Do not believe us? Feel the initial pace of this that I believed to be the masterpiece of the entire production Kyuss. Feel , Iommi picked up by the senior uncle of luxury in which he is and he will tell you for sure that to go on stage to play for one hour this stuff in return would give half his remaining years of life. Josh Homme could easily go down in history for Kyuss, damn him. But Augustine wanted to give us more evidence of Iddu, with Queens of the Stone Age (I hate acronyms). It attempts to change any asshole with Them Crooked Vultures, but from the mica there to drink. Whitewater. In the face of that gruppazzi s'atteggiano.
Friends who ( Antonio in the first place, but also Valerio ) made me discover what remains of Music. There's a crazy hype for the new album from Alan Sparhawk of LOW out in April. I hope you repeat the levels of the past, I just do not ask for this step up in quality. are a group that, if you have a bit of soul you the stripping and shows you the basics. You return it cleaned and ready to suffer again. But without prejudice and with an open heart. They are a group panacea that is good for those who listen. are THE group driving this stretch of the millennium ahead. As the world of bloggers is anxious to sing the praises of the new album by Thom Yorke (The King of Limbs why is his record, not the group, as interesting as contradictory) I crouch in the shadows waiting for the new Working LOW . on that later, have a nice night.
Article taken from laRepubblica.it - \u200b\u200bJanuary 18, 2011
In 15 years built three million hectares, the equivalent of Lazio and Abruzzo combined. And with the housing plan, the process has been accelerated. Appeals to stop the destruction of the landscape, before it is too late.
Songs you never get tired of: Mazzy Star Fade Into You
the series "the songs that you'll never tire of listening." It'll also (among many) of this lullaby featuring Hope Sandoval's ex-Opal or Mazzy Star . A band that has lasted too much too soon. Really. She is so ethereal and yet so sensual, their one of the few groups over the past 20 years have been able to offer a pop (Come on, let's stop with this history of slow core pop ..... he he) very high level. Put on a silver platter along with a piece of my heart ... er of heart. For warm on winter nights, when we need to keep warm. Let's go with karaoke allora. Anche il testo ne vale. See you later (alligators).
FADE INTO YOU I want to hold the hand inside you I want to take a breath thats true I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth You live your life You go in shadows Youll come apart and youll go black Some kind of night into your darkness Colors your eyes with whats not there.
Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think its strange you never knew
A strangers light comes on slowly A strangers heart without a home You put your hands into your head And then smiles cover your heart
Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think its strange you never knew
Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think its strange you never knew I Think It's strange you never Knew
Let the game covers. A song (wrongly) reinterpreted in a way not too well known by two groups of high caliber. you think who will win? (as I'll tell you later)
Rivers Cuomo is the perfect nerd. With Weezer is probably the band's alternative-rock more positive, a few depressions and a lot of naive simplicity. The classmate who have all had that we all loved him and we have not seen him since we left home. That we went off looking for trouble but he is still there in the old seats and put on a few pounds by opening a grocery store or a bar. We talk about songs like Buddy Holly and Island in the sun, oh, the things that make you feel good even if you feel a little badly positioned with flat tires. E 'pure pop even if sometimes disguised with some chitarrone or with some winking indie. Rivers Cuomo has a face like a loser, his Weezer have become if something should certainly not look or because of pleasure to young girls, is because they have breached. No ifs, ands or buts. From controversissimo album "Make Believe" in 2005 which drew much criticism down with the Thresher, passed a happy version of a little hard " Perfect Situation" (which saw the promotional video starring the lovely actress Elisha Cuthbert and without their an "r" for those who remember him). Another of positive songs that sometimes, though not always, make me love this group of young children of the '90s.
Take a morning in Milan with a lot of shit so much smog and traffic to poison the day in the office while waiting for you at the gate with guns drawn type Noon and you who want to blow it pass by without even fuck off. Take a song cha decrepit and dusty part of your past (and knowing me should not be difficult ....) but that almost never not listen to the listening position to default non-real needs.
Put it in the car CD player while clutching the wheel with the typical An expression of Michael Douglas in Falling Down (we're close, oh if you're close).
Urlatela loudly along with the singer (one of the best of its kind) and also sing stupidly and cows, the notes of the solos (first the right then the left, the pattern is the complementary pair of axemen who share the roles depending on the needs of some typical English hard in the second half of the seventies-early eighties) without forgetting to emphasize air-guitar moves typical of the fundamental steps of connecting the low (even here one of the best I have ever trod the scenes of rock hard).
Compiacetevi both your musical memory is that the compositional structure of most songs from the group in question, you want to call for cultural education, we can somehow absorb certain structures of classical music. It does not mean shit but compiacetevi the same for the comparison that stands in your imagination what you were listening to.
also think, as a corollary of the whole and without any added value, which have done well to change the drummer after 3 albums, ran that guy over there too even though he had the energy to laugh but mica was sending out all the time others. get to work and parked a little exhausted, downloaded, with the shoulders and the structure muscle relaxed than when you started, get off the car lighter and with fewer clouds in the head with an air walker for a few yards decided to headbanger and enter singing .........
SIX SIX SIX THE NUMBER OF THE BEAST SACRIFICE IS GOING ON TONIGHT !!!!!
From a side project of the legendary bassist of the Pixies, the beautiful and talented Kim Deal , were born BREEDERS . in which Kim had the excellent idea to recruit the more attractive sister Kelley Deal, another couple of damsels and a couple of males to complete the band. I liked the Breeders and people like them (on and off are still on track) in addition to the viewpoint and especially for the musical proposal that arises when they begin and end the Pixies, Nirvana, practically in a continuous loop type is born first the chicken or the egg. CANNONBALL is the signature song of the Breeders, one of the best indie song ever. With that round hypnotic low "pilfered" Les Claypool, that simple yet memorable riffs and the (let me as normal) burst of energy in the chorus that now is a sample of an entire era. Women with controcazzi, what the heck. I do not know if we have more stuff to play so the charge. We want a new deal!
The Decemberists "This Is Why We Fight" Live on SiriusXM
are not (so far) has never been a particular fan of the Decemberists . But the latest work, however, criticized by some pure & hard fans of the first hour, me is getting to be one. At a time when the appearance still counts a lot, but look away from the excesses of the decades that have closed the century, the boys appear to Portland's antidive par excellence. Even more than the breed of "new folk" or the host of "New Sounds from Brooklyn," which, as far as low profile, maintain their iconography recognizable, the Decemberists seem to register employees Upim clothes. But quietly and Bass went to number one on Billboard, just to accept, making their job a little more chewy for the masses but not too much rubbish. And, for me, this song is really really nice.
PS remember the first one that says that REM is a Sacripante (but which has the words a bit of reason and h). But hey, what's wrong?
the time of RAIN (here live from Rockpalast of Monaco of Bavaria) (but in Italy because there is no Rockpalast?) And She Sells Sanctuary The Cult Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy was a bit hard wing of the new wave. new wave of late, the one that went into the twilight and spatasciava in a thousand streams, from pop (talking heads and care, for instance) to rock hard (in fact, that the Cult Electric then tried to make the reincarnation of Led Zeppelin and hoping those who lived and so on). But the Cult of the mid-80s left their mark, they had style and personality, and songs. lasted little? I continue to think like good old Neil: it's better to burn out Than to fade away. What then oh, he wrote and sang but in the end the mica has put into practice, the old man (God rest his soul but eh if you had already retired to cultivate onions maybe we could have avoided that thing Lenois done with anxiety). But really this is not a post on Neil Young has a post on cults and Rain, a song that year there (was it 1985?) I rang in his ears a lot. And you? Have a nice night.
Public in my little "brothel" (azz. ... Silva is truly a peerless creator of slang! As we do without him?) That this post appears on the group blog to which I am participating for a while and that, in addition to my unfortunate presence, is composed of really smart writers. Run to visit, it is really worth.
This dry rock and roll in the late 60's / early 70's appeared a few years after rework within one of the best and most sober (so to speak, but yes you can say) KISS album, I'm talking about the "Dressed to kill them launched into orbit in 1975 with Rock and roll All Nite and C'mon and love me. LOVE HER ALL I CAN ago "read" what are the obvious references of the initial duo Stanley / Simmons (Kiss the two who ran the Wicked Lester) in particular, one can see, but I say that one can see very well you see 1) Who and 2) Kinks. WICKED LESTER was primitive by the band which, with the subsequent insertion of Ace Frehley and Peter Criss, and with an immense amount of graphic art and make-up, the great manager Bill Aucoin (who died not by much) stood up and Kiss the product throughout its iconography (always with the support of no small children). I think of those pioneering times with great tenderness when these songs came out of Wicked Lester Gene and Paul were kids who were penniless localacci the ranks in New York but with clear ideas and hard rock only a sketch in their heads I miss seeing the kind existed. In fact, the two traditions rockandroll ammericane inspired yes, but with the watchful eye to the perfidious Albion. Then came also Zeppelin and Sabbath and the story changed. But the very first stirrings of Kiss were all as you hear them here. Serena night.
I think over the years we all got to try a variety of feelings towards the Irish band. Joy to the excitement of the first disk, lost for the megalomania of Bono, the latest disappointment for poor production. But the digression should not jeopardize the love (yes love) that sometimes we tested for their items. The deep disappointment "as it turned out" should not overshadow the many good parts. When love ends seems everything is a process. Then the years pass, the bad memories tend to fade and peep the flashback that you did not expect more. After 5-6 years of not listening, last year I slowly started to regain confidence with the band's repertoire. Today, after a period of indecision, I'm selecting those that are essential pieces for me. Above and beyond all, beyond the crisis, beyond the crash. STAY (Faraway, So Close!) lords, for example, can not be buried by discontent. Marita to be recovered among the best songs of that time. And of that group that was on top of the world before rolling down. And to hell with that big cock of Bono. hallelujah!
Now it may happen more. But I go to intripparmi of a piece of "symphonic metal" sung by a soprano (Tarja Turunen) in a Finnish band is not so normal. But I guarantee you that, having dodged the NIGHTWISH so far in the knowledge that they had raised more than a raised eyebrow here and there, that's so short, I guarantee you will enjoy this song at dawn, drunk with fatigue and full of moisture in bones, headed for the city love-hate relationship in which I struggle for about fifteen years, in the midst of the misty "heath" Emilia .... here is that yes in fact I felt pleasure pure. The song is SLEEPING SUN , gender is a hybridity that is, but perhaps the most pure and crystalline voice of Tarja (do not listen to the remake version of 2005, but strictly the original of 1998 is by Oceanborn, a good album), the melody of engraved which goes high and majestic in the territories in which we are not accustomed valhalliani, the power that is held under the epic (and also the confusion that prevailed at that time I neurons) in short all those things they put me in an ideal position to "appreciate". Which confirms my theory of listening context. The songs do not always have an objective value or rather have it but not in personal sphere of each. In the personal sphere also matters a lot "as" the "where" and "when" listening to what mood you are. that remains is to share it. And good night from some who otherwise put them back on.
Nightwish - Sleeping Sun (original version) [HD 720p]
I have written at other times of sincere love that I bring to the small great man of Tulsa, Mark Knopfler, without which he would still be playing in a cover band and one without which Eric Clapton would miss an important piece of their history. JJ Cale artist was so fundamental that arises in cross genres and years, going to seriously affect almost every American artists of country rock (or not). I hope that whoever steps in these parts know that for example the famous "Cocaine" is the sack of flour JJ Cale (in addition to After Midnight Clapton, and the same Call me the breeze of Lynyrd Skynyrd, to name just two) and that the gentleman in question has always been the benchmark of star much harping on him by the public. Moreover JJ is a shy and introversissimo individual who has always shunned the limelight and is incredibly little known to mass audiences. Of all the albums he has done over the years, one is the best, carry forever in my heart for personal reasons, the beautiful GRASSHOPPER. From where I get a couple of songs to delight your ears. The "direstraitsiana" (hahaha) DEVIL IN DISGUISE and sweet and mawkish You Keep Me Hangin 'On (which has nothing to do with the namesake of the classic Supremes). And now space nostalgic records like this, alas, no more leaving. Really.
In 1984, after it had closed forever Ritchie Blackmore Rainbow experience (of which he speaks elsewhere, given the complications and interference with other artists) members continued to surprise the MARK II's most famous hard rock band of all time: the DEEP PURPLE .
For the uninitiated the Mark II (Blackmore-Glover-Lord-Paice, Gillan) is the best education, which are linked to the larger critical and commercial successes, without wanting anything away from Coverdale, Hughes, Bolin , Morse and Company.
The Mark II is in history, is the history of hard rock.
And the album that Deep Purple they decided to record together in 1984 was one of the first examples of a reunion (at the time, too, but Aerosmith did that most of reunion it was the return of Joe Perry, but also on This will return us) worthy of the name. Maybe in 1984 the reunion tasted less blatantly commercial (if I think about that recently the Police I writhe your guts, and I love the Police) and the most artistic. It focuses on new discs rather than moneyed touring. DP fact is that they came up with a "comeback album" controcazzi with, pardon the esprit de finesse. disc originated from the reunion, PERFECT STRANGERS, not at all disappointed expectations. Deep Purple were all the best, very good songwriting, great production, flawless performances by all band members for once serene and concentrated (then, of course, after the hard times the eternal dispute-Blackmore Gillan and go back to maps and forty-eight). Certainly the record does not contain a new star or a new Highway Speed \u200b\u200bking, but you know, time passes for all and we must also adapt both to changes in the world around you and to your registry.
PERFECT STRANGERS, while falling short of Machine Head or in Rock, gave sound "lessons of hard rock" to the myriad band of the era, remembering that in 1984 the genre was at the top of the charts worldwide in its many different versions, from the just born thrash metal of Metallica and his companions, to hair / glam metal American Ratt and Dokken and Motley Crue, the British style of Iron Maiden and Judas Priest, Scorpions of melodic metal to pop in short .... a pleasure. Deep Purple, even if only for an album, took the scepter in his hand and gave him a pair of slaps on the right and left of the Ocean.
With a handful of excellent songs, including at least three of the absolute level: the riffoso opener "Knockin 'at your backdoor," the sinuous "Perfect Strangers", the melancholy "Wasted Sunsets".
The song of the same name the album is the crown jewel, but will post the ballatona Wasted Sunsets first because there is a voice of a mature superprestazione Ian Gillan who may have lost some sharp but has certainly gained in depth of interpretation, because there is a second assolone Ritchie Blackmore of the most lyrical and heartbreaking that I have ever heard.
Potter (Grace, not Henry) struggling with Neil Young on Letterman
Nocturnals Grace Potter and his is already a bit of time to move on the edge of the star system. It seems that lately we are moving, on the other hand offer a rock-blues great bill which, although lacking in originality, is at the top of today's performance like that. Billboard is beginning to reward the band with high positions in the standings. In short, the good (and not bad eh) Grace is emerging slowly with merit.
In this case the girl is accompanied by enough high-sounding names to give to posterity a splendid performance of Cortez the Killer, the famous song of the best Neil Young.
She cries a little but the interpretation is still strong and level, nothing surprising for those who already knew her.
The two things that strike me, however, are two more:
- madonna as there is the trumpet in this piece, how to give that extra touch of epic quality that goes in perfect sync with the pathos of the song.
- really the only fish out of water but is very good (but boring here) Joe Satriani, star of the modern guitar, but frankly unable to get into the spirit of the song. Are these cases where you know that the technique is not enough to offset the monstrous heart. And the solos In the Younger as "primitive" compared to Satriani, are dramatically better and more functional piece. I have this indelible version on Live Rust, for example.
1) are not exactly a fan of black music, at least not for that output after 70 years (with the sole exception of Prince). 2) amy winehouse although White had given a great shock at the time of rehab but then went on a tangent 3) I thought guiltily that it was a new janelle Beyonce or rihanna and I never miss the spun smear 4) now that the long wave has arrived at a notorious conservative traditionalist & rocker as I am I could not help but feel e. ......
.... say it is pure dynamite seems reductive.
(PS Kendricks and Ruffin you still have some hope of being considered a model for some young that instead of rapping and singing, soaring sculettare how did you)
Brooklyn are at least three years, which continues to churn out new music in an absolutely outweigh any other city (district?) on the planet. It 's a little indie has become the center of the world. Among the very many proposals (and I only Vampire Weekend and Grizzly Bear, but there are really galore) recently struck me THE DRUMS. hit for the freshness, the dynamism, for the ease that emanates from their unpretentious songs. The famous (at least in the parallel universe of those who watch the indie charts) is LET'S GO SURFING , a kind of Beach Boys crossed with the garage and with a dash of melodic punk. fucking bomb back to the Beach Boys, perhaps more influence today than when they existed. However, there around the song, which I already work in the world of advertising for things like cars for thirty years (but I do not know which spot), and is characterized by the initial whistle contagious.
Move your ass and look west toward the Big Apple, to Brooklyn. For the moment do not emerge as scenes pop.
