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@alia76 Are you surprised by "uncomfortable towards England"? I don’t know if you’ve seen Leigh’s films like "Bleak Expectations," which criticizes Thatcher, or the equally disturbing "Naked," and if you’ve perhaps seen Loach’s "Riff Raff" or "Rain Man," two more harsh takes on the economic policy of Thatcher's England. I assure you that this is quite different from the cinema of Branagh or Ivory, even though I don’t doubt that their films are as genuine and heartfelt as those of Loach and Leigh, who, in some ways, are heirs to the glorious free cinema of England from the mid-sixties.
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Are the gallon drunk overrated? Well, I've never seen them flying off the shelves or making it onto the covers of music magazines because of this supposed overrating. In the end, they remain a cult band (not in the snobby sense of the term) tied to those two or three "dirty" great albums that the other kind participants mentioned as well. When they tried their hand at "electronic modernism" in the 2000s, as seen in the soundtrack for the indie film "Black Milk," honestly, they made me raise my eyebrows, turning into a lounge rock good for those going out for an aperitif. Even in this case, they failed to earn the covers or a gig with Tarantino. Good for them.
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...maybe it was Phil Spector, hehehe.
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They were so foolish that they acquired the Fillmore East when Californian rock was falling apart. But still, in their first album "Supersnazz," they tried to latch onto the psychedelia of Frisco (it even rhymes) with a couple of acid tracks. For those who want to get to know them, I recommend buying the nice collection "Groovies Greatest Grooves," released in the late nineties, which is better mastered than the reissues of the individual albums. @Vortex but if I remember correctly, that collection (a bit confusing, to be honest) also included Patti Smith, Ramones, Talking Heads, Richard Hell, the Dead Boys, Wayne County, who I can't remember if had already become Jayne, hahaha.
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Yes, that's right. They are much less "studied" than the excellent Birthday Party, but that doesn't make them ignorant (a term I would assign more to the Bestie del Bourbon). They revisit the music and the learned influences (the soundtracks of Morricone and certain jazz by Dave Brubeck with those repeated chords) and the less learned ones (rockabilly and certain soul blues) from the years before theirs and give them back in a spontaneous way that I believe is their very particular way of saying thank you to these influences.
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For me, Mike Leigh's best work remains that overlooked masterpiece from the nineties, "Naked." He is very good at staying outside the story with his detached camera, somewhat like Maurice with his camera in this film. Unlike Loach, to whom he has often been compared, Leigh focuses on the characters and the microeconomics of interpersonal relationships rather than on Loach’s larger macroeconomic and social discourse. They are two uncomfortable authors for England, unlike those mentioned by Alia76 who are pampered by the English: James Ivory, Kenneth Branagh, Sir Richard Attenborough.
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@carlocimmino, no, the association with Nick Cave doesn't come from James Johnston's connections with the Ink King; even back when this collection of singles was released (1991), people were talking about the proximity to the acid blues of the Birthday Party. Just last week, I saw Johnston sweating through yet another shirt next to Lydia Lunch, and I was impressed by the way that woman kept the Gallon Drunk trio in check. After the concert in the Spanish Quarter, we didn't go crying towards the sea like the tuxedoed spectators of Keith Jarrett at the Real Teatro San Carlo. We had paid 16 euros each and went to a bar to drink to Jarrett's face the other 164 euros needed to buy one of his tickets... cheers!
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I quote the last fiquata, dear telespalla; it’s really cool to talk about dignity when you're a twenty-year-old in the prime of your life who only cares about himself. It’s a bit different when you have four or five children, live in a rundown place, and there's not a decent paycheck coming in, or maybe none at all. The politicians who are thriving in this situation obviously have an interest in keeping it that way, and I see that there are people here saying that they aren’t the problem, but rather the lack of dignity of those who ask for ten thousand lire to eat. OK, we’re all set.
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@telespallabob: "In fact, I’m convinced that the Italian language is the problem of this country, it’s not about who rules us." This is how someone a bit sharper than me (I don’t know about you, telespalla) viewed where the problem has always been in this city (I’m not sure about this country):
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Instead, I found it to be an endless sadness the mockery of Keith Jarrett made by a great writer like David Foster Wallace (R.I.P.) in his "The Girl with the Strange Hair." This is the opening Wallace - La ragazza dai capelli strani but you should read it all, with the suited yuppie (Fighetto-del-cazzo) who buys expensive tickets for his punk friends and during the concert, everything happens inspired by the melodies coming from Jarrett's piano...