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It might be that they weren't satisfied with the production of hannet as reported by boredom, because it smoothed out the wild side of their sound, but I would say that it's precisely that refinement added by the producer that gives albums like Unknown Pleasure the sensations described by alessioiride.

From the review, it seems like they've softened up too, right? Damn love.

"BLACK DOGS competing for the last scraps...", my friend you are a damn mess ;)

This year "In the Studio with Martin Hannett" was also released, featuring recordings made at the Cargo Studios. Now, Martin Hannett had a habit of keeping all the recorded tapes, but as you say. Hearing Hannett say let's do it again and Curtis saying fuck off or the metronomes starting doesn’t think it adds more luster to the legend. That is enclosed in those two records.

The interested party completes it by saying that damn it, this girl is 19 years old! And yet she manages to create a record of suggestion with her fingerpicking and a few other instruments. In the end, it may seem cloying, especially because the voice, while beautiful, is quite monotone. In short, it lacks that spark and everything seems suspended in indeterminacy, like the cover of the Carter Family song slowed down to the point of being precious compared to the raw original bluegrass. But this sort of dissatisfaction is perhaps the impression she wanted to convey. I can't give her a four, but it’s class act.

Hi Azzo, could we be "those other two" that Fidia was talking about? Joking? And why not reassess The Sound? After all, Carlo Cimmino already "reassesses" them, even if he made a joke about the De Generes ;). Borland's voice has always reminded me of Ian McCulloch (I’d say it’s identical), on this album there are tracks that start out very claustrophobic in a Joy Division style (e.g. contact the fact) and then melodically expand towards Echo. Anyway, for me they remain immortal because of that great piece which is "I Can't Escape Myself" on Jeopardy. Even today when I hear it, I think of all the Irenes of this world with whom things could have gone differently, but instead they ended abruptly just like that song does.

This story of Irene has put such a sadness in me that I’ll have to go listen to some records recommended by Starblazer just to have a laugh. It’s also sad considering the end of Borland, who committed suicide about ten years ago. "Jeopardy" was a nice album, but they’ve always given me the impression that they didn’t know where they were heading, whether to be Joy Division or Echo & the Bunnymen, whom they had the same producer as, by the way.

Well Bubi, I think your feeling is common to all those who have listened to what you call "the wonderful musicians of the 60s-70s." This is an easy-listening record (the first one, as Lewis says, congratulations returned, is another thing), made very well, of course, but it doesn't have the "strength" of those from back in the day. Instead, one this year that made a big impression on me (still talking about this music genre) was Ray Lamontagne's "Gossip in the Grain."

Well, Thing Fish was the project for a musical that Uncle Frankie had set his mind to do for Larry Flint, the famous publisher of the raunchy magazine Hustler who was his friend. There are photos from the booklet featuring the protagonist, a gorgeous Annie Ample who starts off dressed as Santa Claus and ends up naked riding a giant pencil. The musical was never realized due to lack of funds and Zappa released the triple LP, now a double CD, with the first disc featuring themes from Tinsel Town Rebellion, Ship Arriving..., You Are What You Is, Zoot Allures. In fact, the second CD is quite hard to swallow, with only Zappa on the synclavier. But let's keep in mind that it's a project for a musical that never came to fruition and not an actual album. The Zappan themes of sex in the style of Bobby Brown remain, in the era of feminism, the man defends himself by becoming gay, and you can hear this in Ike Willis's singing as he plays Kingfish with a tremendously gay accent.