Mr.Moustache

A heartfelt tribute to that which became and now fully embodies the fecal situation that characterizes the "merd-epoche" we are all fucking enduring. Don’t you agree, Mr. Nobody?

... wow.

Oh, yes...

I thank you for your generosity in voting for what attempts to be just a "decoy" for the unwary. I want to clarify that it was not my intention to mythologize Nazism as a principle of operation for the "Joy Division-MusicMachine," because then I would have seemed contradictory and far removed from the reality that animated the way the band composed and inspired. What I sought to highlight in the review was actually the extreme ability (which was often lacking in many bands of the time) of Joy Division to be so symbolic and minimalist in conceiving their sounds and lyrics. Few know, for example, that Curtis was particularly attracted to the mythology of Thule and its dark occurrences: thus I simply deemed it appropriate to describe what was on the other side of the mirror and is difficult to find in a recording (among other things, a demo) of ONLY four tracks. Three unique musicians and a poet who struggled to sing between one epileptic crisis and another, almost a "tribute" to the reckless fame that deteriorated them. An unrepeatable group and extremely contagious.

oh yeah.

Yu-hu.

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OH, NO! ANOTHER FUNKY SHIT!

OH MY GOD THAT'S A FUNKY SHIT!