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The Young Gods XXY Twenty Years (1985-2005)
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Hal, "Play Kurt Weill," I’ll send you a copy :) (I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, but kept putting it off...) Smash: I reread the review. Les trois merveilleux :) whom I unconditionally love are the best (and rare) that the frigid Switzerland has internationally produced (to give credit where it’s due, I’ll also mention the Coroner, whom I imagine you -of course- know, and perhaps I’ll also mention that good devil Vollenweider). The best: precisely they have been, they are now (to some extent), and (but) they will likely continue to be for a long time. We’ve been waiting for the new red-crossed Gods for twenty years (those who wait, hope), but what we still see and hear (within the cemented walls of the Tell discography) are many little youngods-like, who, each in their own way (either electro or rockish), tremble for a divine YG blessing. Translated: we can’t take it anymore - still within the impermeable walls mentioned above - of sounds and clangors à la Franz & Co., often produced by them (as if this were a good omen, a "d.o.c.")... a chimera now longed for this twenty-year-old Youngodsian sound but still reflecting (albeit in a well-hid manner) the typical Swiss character (inter nos, I include myself in the bunch, despite all my attempts to place myself "à coté"), namely the alienation of perfection-at-all-costs, the phobia of passion-chaos, the split-stagnant culture, the chemical-numbing indifference... ... ... ... ...
The Young Gods XXY Twenty Years (1985-2005)
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I wanted to do it myself, but to be honest, I was expecting yours, so I waited a bit, et voilà! I bow to such a brilliant mess.
Grant Lee Buffalo Fuzzy
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Great album, I always enjoy listening to it.
Blonde Redhead Misery Is A Butterfly
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and who were they? fortunello, a concert I would love to see....
We Are Scientists With Love And Squalor
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I'm also curious about the volume mentioned by Zeta and Mr. Nobody, can you give me some more information on how to find it? Hi :))
We Are Scientists With Love And Squalor
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In a nutshell, you're telling us that it's nice and you're suggesting we seek it out through unofficial channels... :) I'm intrigued, my favorite critics speak highly of it. Bye!
B. B. King & Eric Clapton Riding With The King
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I've never been particularly fond of Clapton (to say the least), but BB King, on the other hand, I absolutely adored. I saw him twenty years ago in Basel, on the very same night that a deadly fire broke out at a large chemical company nearby, resulting in the air being filled with a stench that was a mix of garlic and shit (I hope I'm conveying the right image). It wasn’t toxic, but I swear it was an absolutely horrendous smell. That same evening, BB took to the stage, UNFLAPPABLE, and in the midst of that nauseating chemical stench, he played and made us dance like never before. A great artist, a true one. I have a lot of affection for him for that... Plus, he has beautiful hands. (I’m not familiar with the album, but it doesn’t matter because I believe Clapton and/or BB King are definitely meant to be experienced live rather than through the stereo.)
Chris Watson Weather Report
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a clap clap for harmonious writing :)
Virginiana Miller Gelaterie Sconsacrate
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I've listened to it often, when it came out... when this review was published, I started searching for it, I turned my music collection upside down, moved columns of CDs, looked through boxes, etc., but nothing, I don't have it anymore. I had this memory of two songs that I liked a lot, but I wanted to refresh my memory to bring the titles here... instead, I'm here calling myself an idiot because I lent it to someone, but I don’t know to whom! The vote goes to the memories.
Randy Newman Little Criminals
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Here's someone I've always promised myself to listen to, since they are often mentioned in the most diverse circumstances. Thanks to the reviewer (a solid 4.5 for you), and to the others for satisfying my curiosity. Now it's time for my ears...
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