Purpulan

Ahahahah, chance smells like dice, and I take pride in not giving a fixed meaning to my comments, but, just by chance, in this specific case I was rather focused (mmmh, maybe too "DAMSiano") in my expression. I'm not, however, when I ask you if your nickname refers to the well-known storytelling wolf who's taken a liking to lottery draws, or to the chanting of that other afro-cinematic character with an elaborate hairstyle and a "rear" semblance ; )

Seen. And I assert with all due respect: really not great! Supersoul's interpretation could even be cute, but it's precisely based on such an assumed depth of field that the film reveals its flaws: two-dimensional characters, neither archetypal nor prototypical, lacking depth and with an embarrassing semantic obviousness. One might say that the search is precisely for a place that allows the actualization of structures and phenomenological perspectives "of the spirit" (heh heh, we throw this in for good measure), but we end up moving from a "wild" appearance in an "ethical" sense to another merely "aesthetic" without Penn (let's clarify, the minus or junior, out of respect for the parent) managing to minimally consider the interesting possibility of short-circuiting the two levels, which are evidently mirrored, even if formally "heterodox." You end up banging your face against the wall because, with so much openness, very little oxygen gets to the brain!

The Balance Coil?! And what about Christopherson's, huh?! By the way, the more eclectic of the two "guys" seems to be Peter (and he's also the visual artist, which is better), while the only huge thing about John was his alcoholism ;). Tibet, on the other hand, just doesn't sit right with me, too obsessed with the rediscovery of traditional cultural heritages and esoteric-transcendental connections, but he doesn't have a well-calibrated sense of contamination and postmodern transversality (which, by its very nature, requires "truly sacrilegious" irony as a founding principle).

Oh, but what’s the reason for this nickname change?! I mean, you’ve got the style (I’d say “Emo” just to stay on theme... but I guess you don't quite like that, let’s go with “Ema” then ; ) more recognizable in there!!!

THEY are the authors of one of the albums with the most "immediate" title in the history of rock, and not only...

Grandiiiihihihih... (the editors, of course)!!! With all the effort that the tireless rockers put in to make the five disappear from the homepage!! They may not be immortal, but they have nine rec...ehm, lives like cats. Forewarned man...

Indeed, I would say that the new Pontiak sounds pretty good to me... the drums are absolutely divine, or rather: with a "politeistic" mood, since it seems to be recorded in about ten different ways. There’s also a certain tendency toward the progressive deconstruction of the guitar riffs, which is nice. Too bad they still remain at times a bit too obedient to the song structure, but for the rest, as a "second coming," it is definitely a step forward compared to what the Canadians have done!

Ahahahah, the question is not whether rock in 2008 is dead or not, but how it has done everything to prove how old and narrow-minded it is (i.e.: the wrinkles on Keith Richards are acceptable, and okay, but right now, twenty-year-olds with guitars even seem to envy and imitate those!... ; ).

In person, they didn't seem that great to me about a year ago. They did everything to appear like obnoxious drunks, and given the way they (badly) handled their instruments, it wasn't even a bad idea, especially considering that the small group of people who showed spontaneous interest in the 4 clods was made up of real drunks. Then anyway, the Melt-Banana took the stage, the bulk of the crowd, not yet drunk, finally peeled themselves away from the bar, and it turned into a beautiful night filled with bloody eardrums and a lot of assorted and absorbing ultrasounds!!!