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LA RECENSIONE
All that glitters... is not gold!
Not in this case, Dead Elvis truly shines.
If you like their colleagues from Bristol, this album is for you.
It starts with a vaguely jazz rhythm, leading you to reggae and finally to the frenzy of bass and samples, from Dirt onwards.
Bass with a capital B.
For interstellar travel.
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Death in Vegas' album 'Dead Elvis' excels through its unique fusion of jazz, reggae, and electronic bass-driven soundscapes. Fans of Bristol's trip hop scene will find much to enjoy. The album impresses with its shifting rhythms and powerful bass that evoke a journey beyond.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
01 All That Glitters (06:34)
Funky life, I've been told,
all that glitters is not gold,
and gold, is not reality
05 Dirt (05:52)
This is one thing that I was gonna wait a while before we talked about. Maybe we'll talk about it now, so you can think about it. Because you all, we all, have to make some kind of plans for ourselves. It's a free concert from now on...
But the one major thing you have to remember tonight, when you go back up to the woods to go to sleep, or if you stay here, is that the man next to you is your brother, and you damn well better treat each other that way, cause if you don't, then we blow the whole thing, but we've got it right there.
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Country Joe asks:
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
What's that spell!
"fuck!"
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
Flinch, you'll get a fucking gun-butt to your gut
