supersoul

leave shoegaze to the teenage bands, these guys sound incredibly heavy, for me this remains their best album, "A gilded eternity" might be more polished, but it's on this one that the attentive blender ear picks up the Stooges influence. To those who liked the debut album by Hair & Skin Trading Co., a band formed later by the rhythm section of Lop plus a new guitarist. Much more "spatial" and hypnotic.

...but what do those crazy guys the Stone Roses, Charlatans, Happy Mondays have to do with the little popstar from Oasis, I wonder?

I don't agree with telespalla, the motto of the site is: "reviews written by those who want to." And it means that EVERYONE can review EVERYTHING. The problem (or the satisfaction) is that afterwards you end up in the media pillory of comments and therefore, as we say around here, one should "measure their balls," meaning reflect on whether they can present the review in an acceptable manner, which in the case of such records is challenging because you have to fit everything into a context from 40 years ago and it's risky to do it the day after (without even having processed it) after hearing it for the first time in 2007. Or this can also be done and have a stimulating result. It doesn't seem to me that this is the case, and hence the criticism. I think the reviewer has sportingly accepted it and will take it to heart, or not?

A joke to lighten the excessive seriousness of tobont... do you also feel a bit like a replicant when you click on vote and/or comment right under the question "wait... but you... are you a human, right?"

The problem lies in the fact that the captain had quarreled the year before with Master Zappa, who had thrown his curse upon him with the ritual dance of the young pumpkin. Jokes aside, this is a minor Cuordibue forced by poor sales to go to England to record with Virgin; perhaps this is the reason for a "softening" of the sound.

This is the beauty of the Flaming Lips: those who enjoy the pop of their latest albums will find the earlier ones steeped in a furious blend of acid guitar rock & noise utterly unappealing, while those who were enchanted by that original combination will scoff at the arrangements with strings and keyboards from MTV and the appearances on the TV series Beverly Hills. But the old lion Coyne, in the cushiness of current popularity, always remembers when he used to make tracks like Jesus Shootin' Heroin and Charlie Manson Blues dressed in raggedy clothes, and every now and then he pulls out a strike that leaves the new followers of the once-flaming lips bewildered.

available1!! as soon as they return to make a piece on the level of Hell's Angels Cracker Factory....

Thank you, but I helped Wayne Coyne buy himself a new pair of shoes by buying his records up to "Transmissions from the Satellite Heart" because he truly deserved it. After that album, the pink double-breasted suits he wears in the current videos didn’t come from my pockets.

When this album came out, I listened to it a ton even though it’s not really my preferred genre, and I acted like a blasphemous Jesus with the host because I told all my friends: take and eat it all because this isn’t my music but it’s a gorgeous album. Then I went to get the previous one and damn it, it’s even more beautiful, even without all the famous guests from "I am A bird now," with tracks that will leave you flat on the ground like "Cripple and the Starfish," and it made me feel... better, but I don’t know if you can understand me.

Hey Italian folks, do you happen to know how much the original LP of The Who live at Leeds is worth, complete with all the copies of the invoices for the expenses incurred by the Who for the concert that were included in the packaging? Thanx.