Moonchild

DeRank : 1,23
DeAge™ : 7960 days • Here since 24 august 2004
Nils Petter Molvær Er
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It's you who is in my space, not me. When I enter others' business, I always ask for permission. And you'd better know this.
Nils Petter Molvær Er
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I'm not touchy, I'm gay and happy.
Nils Petter Molvær Er
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No, actually it’s not nice at all. And you suck too.
Saint Vitus Saint Vitus
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Queens Of The Stone Age Era Vulgaris
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Speaking of serious albums and not crap, do you think the eponymous one and Songs for the Deaf are the same? In the well, fuck.
Crippled Black Phoenix A Love Of Shared Disaster
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It bored me too, until I saw them in person.
Apparat Duplex
Apparat Duplex
18 may 07
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Mr. Apparat will perform alongside my fellow townsman Beinvisiblenow!, fresh author of the beautiful album "neutrino", on Saturday, May 26th at Rivolta di Marghera starting at 00:00 for an electro festival. LET'S GO.
Ten East Extraterrestrial Highway
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Lighthearted like all of Mario Lalli's projects, except that for this type of sound, a drummer like Hernandez fits better than Bjork's beast, as noted in the masterpiece Rock Formations by Yawning Man. More jammy and pissi pissi, 4 dry.
Crippled Black Phoenix Live @ Osteria da Tocchetto, Montebelluna (TV), 03/04/07
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No, indeed, I didn’t want a direct answer; the question was relatively rhetorical. Justin and the bearded guy from Los Angeles complimented Commia for the warm welcome to the whole band of misfits (60% of whom didn’t even know who they were or what the hell they were doing there). Justin is a cool guy, like everyone else; the only show-off was rightly Dominic, because he plays in Mogwai, because he is sad, and doesn’t want company. The after-show with darts was idyllic. Malloy tivibbì.
Crippled Black Phoenix Live @ Osteria da Tocchetto, Montebelluna (TV), 03/04/07
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Now you have to tell me what the hell you are, because at Montebeuna, drinking spritz and beers for 5 euros at Tocchetto, I'm always there, and that event (the Crippled) I hyped from the moment I found out about their presence.
Thanks to the cops who interrupted it. Thanks to two out of ten of the organizers who were busting their asses while the others complained. Thanks to Justin Greaves, who felt me up endlessly while I showed him the word DIOCAN on my stomach.
Everything was beautiful.
But what the hell are you? Seriously, what the hell are you?