Monday, September 27, 2010

No Carbs Protein Drink

Antenna1 on radio!

Wednesday, September 27. from 16 to 18, Antenna1 Radio program " Bankshot will host Te Sounds bad! For two hours of music in our province . Paolino, Lomas, Superciuk, Editors, Water in the face, Zoe Lea, Vina3, Dancers flying Marra Christmas and really so much more!
You can listen to streaming site www.radioantenna1.com
you there!

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Procedureneed Analysis

Furastér: Buzz Aldrin - Ep (Secret Furry Hole - 2009)

A new category of TSM to welcome reviews and impressions of some groups and artists who love the provinces bribes and contiguous to us. Just as our grandparents used to define those who came from other countries, the book will be called Furastér .



Here is the Earth's Musical Rescue Centre, located at the station Tufted.
We have just recovered a cd (as they were called by our ancestors media music) escaped the great catastrophe. Just a few years before the cataclysm we forced it to float in space in search of another planet, in what was called Italy which was produced this work. Little is known on the music they listened to our ancestors, we recovered only one that Ligabue, a singer named Alex is a band called Albano and Romina. From these works showed a laughing Italy full of desire to have fun and homemade feelings of love, or at least until 2009 because the music of Buzz Aldrin makes us suppose that something terrible must have happened in the world. Perhaps an omen of the end that would come.
From what we know music is polyphonic in these songs for centuries but is instead reduced to the lament of a single note that lasts for the length of each piece. The beats are monotonous, obsessive like an assembly line, such as printers in an office working without interruption, as the ringing call of a call center. They are a chorus of noise in the loop that threaten to continue indefinitely. We can assume that the first two thousand years of were dark years, perhaps a great dictator ruled the country by imposing its ants to work, perhaps the city were degraded and dangerous. We imagine Bologna, the city group, like a dark city where the sun does not shine for years. Imagine it inhabited by strange beings alienated tribes who gather in order to survive the Great Depression of the year two thousand. They work and struggle for the dictator as they sing songs like those of the American plantations, but translated to the metropolis of the third millennium. The drums sound like hymns as the insane tribal rhythm of the city traffic. Maybe they are not songs, but rituals to invoke the return of the Sun but the Sun, this CD does not appear even a second. This music is only darkness, asphalt and steel.
We have recovered two more CDs that we think alike and obscure as those of Buzz, the case of such Suicide and Joy Division. The poetry is similar: a single note obsessive, repetitive rhythm that has no end and the illness of a voice that seems to be one step away from obscurity. This is the music of the Apocalypse, is the music of a nation that no longer exists.



Tracklist 01 Giant rabbit are looking at the sun bad
02 Small talk with friends
03 koalas in Star City
04 Cooking 05 dog eggs
Let the children walk around the space

Monday, September 13, 2010

Sibutramine Forbidden

Nevruz Joku and Bones (August 28, 2010), a gig guide to

Giustifica
The meeting point of the concert was the new Bones Free workshop or refurbishing to host concerts. There can be no better place to host a concert of Bones, a group that claims to do "rock for workers."
But this is not their concert ever. There was a rumor that Nevruz Joku was taken to X Factor. My friends and I are pretty excited about it and a bit 'scared, like when a friend for a Erasmus party and who knows when we shall meet again but above all who knows what will come back changed. But this is just an observation of selfish people provincial Nevruz you want to keep to themselves. Forgive us, but this blog is about the province.
The atmosphere is gloomy, Nevruz lighting candles is to place all over the stage and we do not see the presence of the disturbing Dr. Skeleton, the drummer. From these clues we can guess that it will be a real unplugged. "Then you did vez, go to X Factor 'say the coldest possible in order not to leak my excitement. "I can not say anything, you'll know in a few days," says he's not convincing at all. All the people on the network asks who is this Nevruz that participate in the program and ultimately the only one who does not mention the forthcoming TV experience it's really him. Before the show we talk with Monsieur Demon, cellist accompanying Nevruz is the skeleton at all stages. Demon impezza there for an hour
talking about everything that comes to mind (things I can not report) and Nev makes strange gargling warm to her voice. At 2 o'clock in the morning go on stage, the lights go out. A litany of oriental leaves the acoustic guitar while Nevruz Demon follows him a bit 'off the cuff. The best songs (In tube, 118, naked We) are a little 'distorted, we understand that this is not a concert put on for five minutes in the absence of the drummer, has just re-created Nevruz melodies and rhythms. "Mais oui, monsieur demon! Mais oui, monsieur demon! Mais oui, monsieur demon!" repeats incessantly Nev the PA of the folly of gig. I've seen it several times to repeat meaningless phrases throughout the song, in Qvestion
tag (where he had been fiercely fought sbadiendiero) repeating things like "We look like Kyuss" or "Vito is all broken" until Please stop that. "I'm afraid of betraying the rock" she said shortly before going on stage "but I'm with patched ass." I understand what you mean. We understand we all friends of the first and last time that we talked for a few hours or years. And when it comes to betraying the rock, we understand that the program is not a sentence tv, something is terribly true. A certain kind of music can make dance, others to save his life, it would seem ridiculous to me if I had not seen Nev give me the tape of Alice in Chains dell'unplugged almost with tears in his eyes, "I always fall asleep listening to it."
the concert ends and these were his greetings from the stage: "I'm leaving on a trip, but I carry you all with me." So I understand why it attracts so much that boy: despite having an idea of \u200b\u200bthe show as a theatrical event, fiction, masks, makeup, and characters, that is staging the show in his life.