The soundtrack of the apocalypse. A fart from Efrim Menuck buries entire discographies. more
A disastrous experience that devastated Italy politically, socially, and culturally. Few things excite me as much as the chants from the Livorno fans. more
The Director of Love more
A granite boulder on the open heart. more
If I dream at night, I dream of being them. more
My entrance into post-rock: a bit lukewarm and redundant in certain aspects, but once you're in, you can't get out. "Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever" should be put on loop in every kindergarten in the world, hoping for a future revival of humanity. more
Once the effect of the infusion wears off, you feel dumb. Catchy tunes for drunken groups... more
Reactions of catharsis that immobilize and make you sweat cold. After listening to Jane Doe, I realized I had to flush about 80% of the stuff with the screams I used to listen to down the toilet. more
Mediocre and boring you will be. The group that has interpreted the demands of the post-modern era more than any other in the wake of contemporary needs; reaching the masses was a matter of contingency that did not in the least undermine their significance. Releasing "Amnesiac" after "Kid A" is nothing short of miraculous. more
A microcosm of its own that has always orbited around my testicular apparatus. They also boast one of the saddest descending arcs ever... more
The pop rib of 90s alternative; glam incursions and electronics do the rest. Shirley Manson, my unconditional platonic love from adolescence. more
You are killing your father, Larry. more
It may not be the best or the most famous work of the English band, but it has always been my favorite... more
When I listen to Grand Funk, I simultaneously regret not having picked up a guitar, a bass, and two drumsticks as a child! more
Like an old painting by Edward Hopper... more
Life is very long, when you're lonely. more
Disenchanted magma of electric purge for lonely hearts. more
How much would I give to be able to observe, for a fraction of a second, those epochal sessions of '59 at the Columbia studios... more
The middle finger in the ass of post-modernity, moralism, and hypocrisy. In a drifting society, parched by empty idols, shitty music, free markets, and precarious relationships, the absence of an institution like "MacKaye/Picciotto" is felt. When I think of a FUNDAMENTAL band in the strictest sense of the term, they are the first that comes to mind. In On The Kill Taker, End Hits, and Red Medicine, my top 3 in this order. more
Who the hell is Gilmour? more