There was a time when the Thursday night was a special moment among the many evenings of Modena. In fact, to tell the truth I lived for the highly anticipated Thursday night, Saturday was just one of many days that separated me from that moment. On Thursday was my "free time" from the girl and family and then you can imagine the degree of sacredness. The route was always the same: Sir, Miki2, Goth and More. So they began by Sir Francis Drake, the meeting was there. A nice place, not like those clubs full of hoes with the goatee and bald bouncer just come out of American history x. A nice place, if it were not for those evil spotlights pointing us in the eyes of young abbeveranti. We stayed in one foot from ten until one swallowing a super Tennent after another. Sometimes also went by the "old" to "make a walnut too, that there is but it's too late, you've been drinking. We thought it was really fun getting drunk and actually really enjoyed ourselves before considering it a social mandatory, not at all a little alternative and 'pathetic. Probably in our raids at night rather than having alcoholic fucking the system we have enriched a few right-handed owner, old and fat that could now roam the valley with a beautiful motor cars and a scarf tied around his neck, well, well. I digress.
I was saying that while we laughed intoxicated, fell down on the floor and talked of the usual things you talk about in these situations. Shittin our friend B * for its non-height, was the ranking of the best album of brands of beer, girls and legends that brought with them. Where I'm going tell you right away. If only we had thought to write that shit mixed with a little 'love for Pauline Lomas and we would have written "last frontier". Too bad, indeed, fortunately, we had already thought the Superciuk.
I state that I have never known or seen this funny guy but I can imagine the atmosphere at that group. Fuck the whole day on the tables in the bar of the Dolphins, drinking large quantities of the liquid produced by a handful of hops ... these are all elements that many of us young people can understand. We talk about things we already know, teach us something that we know well but the rest just because we like to hear about us. How to browse a photo album. Here the topography is missing, no mention of squares, streets and pubs, but the atmosphere is known: the word "sports club" lights all an imagination that I'm not saying. Indeed, this album actually does not speak at all of Modena, but unintentionally evokes. It will be the focus, the issues that will try to be universal, but which have the same things that we said on Thursday evening. It will be that these Superciuk not have a shred of wisdom and unquestionable that characterized Lomas because they are jerks. And thank God I love the punk poetry, one that speaks to you and the life of the city and many other things but maybe start a little 'to stink already heard. When I passed him and I play the mp3 of Superciuk presented to me a music sounded good (not virtuous), with ironic lyrics (not idiotic) and often with a hint of protest (not the social center). I could not help but love them. It was just what I needed after being released from three years with a history of Lomas. Little room for poetry, we speak of the first Saw, alcohol, scooters made up, the scouts, the South American prostitutes and transsexuals. And all told with a ska-punk done right, and I swear that in the life of ska-punk done well if they meet very little.
short, at the end of the Pier Pier My friend says was right in everything: Superciuk could write songs a lot more intelligent and ingenious, but of large cocks. And what can you say to a group of cocks? Nothing you can say.
may not guarantee us peace and security as the ' IntroSpaziale promises, but this handful of men makes us take a dip in the provincial world that we know well by closing and sealing a triptych that way forever for us fetishists punk Modena is the bible: the Pauline triad-lomas-Superciuk.
01 IntroSpaziale
02 Uniforms
03 Modena puberales (jerking)
04 for a handful of hops
05 Heel
06 Spf
07 The multi-sports
08 Punskabereg
09 Skaut
10 Roffo's haircut
11 Silvana
12 My friend says Pier 13
Casablanca
Saccagnami
14 15 16 Coconut oil
The safety
17 "Superciuk galaxies"
I was saying that while we laughed intoxicated, fell down on the floor and talked of the usual things you talk about in these situations. Shittin our friend B * for its non-height, was the ranking of the best album of brands of beer, girls and legends that brought with them. Where I'm going tell you right away. If only we had thought to write that shit mixed with a little 'love for Pauline Lomas and we would have written "last frontier". Too bad, indeed, fortunately, we had already thought the Superciuk.
I state that I have never known or seen this funny guy but I can imagine the atmosphere at that group. Fuck the whole day on the tables in the bar of the Dolphins, drinking large quantities of the liquid produced by a handful of hops ... these are all elements that many of us young people can understand. We talk about things we already know, teach us something that we know well but the rest just because we like to hear about us. How to browse a photo album. Here the topography is missing, no mention of squares, streets and pubs, but the atmosphere is known: the word "sports club" lights all an imagination that I'm not saying. Indeed, this album actually does not speak at all of Modena, but unintentionally evokes. It will be the focus, the issues that will try to be universal, but which have the same things that we said on Thursday evening. It will be that these Superciuk not have a shred of wisdom and unquestionable that characterized Lomas because they are jerks. And thank God I love the punk poetry, one that speaks to you and the life of the city and many other things but maybe start a little 'to stink already heard. When I passed him and I play the mp3 of Superciuk presented to me a music sounded good (not virtuous), with ironic lyrics (not idiotic) and often with a hint of protest (not the social center). I could not help but love them. It was just what I needed after being released from three years with a history of Lomas. Little room for poetry, we speak of the first Saw, alcohol, scooters made up, the scouts, the South American prostitutes and transsexuals. And all told with a ska-punk done right, and I swear that in the life of ska-punk done well if they meet very little.
short, at the end of the Pier Pier My friend says was right in everything: Superciuk could write songs a lot more intelligent and ingenious, but of large cocks. And what can you say to a group of cocks? Nothing you can say.
may not guarantee us peace and security as the ' IntroSpaziale promises, but this handful of men makes us take a dip in the provincial world that we know well by closing and sealing a triptych that way forever for us fetishists punk Modena is the bible: the Pauline triad-lomas-Superciuk.
01 IntroSpaziale
02 Uniforms
03 Modena puberales (jerking)
04 for a handful of hops
05 Heel
06 Spf
07 The multi-sports
08 Punskabereg
09 Skaut
10 Roffo's haircut
11 Silvana
12 My friend says Pier 13
Casablanca
Saccagnami
14 15 16 Coconut oil
The safety
17 "Superciuk galaxies"
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