Sanjuro

@LORD "Residents, the usual shit that predated modern crap. BUAHAHAH" The Residents ground and grated away all the musical conventions that still stood, which were echoed by the spastic little songs of the Beatles and their ilk. The advent of the suite made it clear that life represented in music was not properly expressed with the canonical formula of a spastic melodic little song lasting 2 minutes. If you want to tell me that the real music of the 20th century is the Beatles, well, that's your business. The Beatles are the artistic equivalent of modern Oasis and Robbie Williams, only a lot of sugar has been sprinkled on them. The mythologizing of that band, just like that of the second Pink Floyd in 99 out of 100 cases, comes from ignorance - from the puffed-up critics bought by record labels - from an over-the-top marketing operation. Sgt Pepper or whatever the hell it's called is a joke compared to the United States Of America, compared to the Doors, compared to Gong or Soft Machine, compared to Grateful Dead...compared to a myriad of more or less known bands. The same goes for the Floyd; their ethereal psychedelic ballads are cow dung compared to krautrock groups.

No no. I think that The Wall and The Dark Side Of The Moon are terribly old records, monotonous, devoid of any spark of genius. In the same years, there were the... RESIDENTS! I'm not exaggerating when I say RESIDENTS. A truly avant-garde duo, tragic, post-original. Barrett composed a masterpiece. The other Floyd for me are absolutely nothing compared to that first recording. The Wall is crap. The Floyd have been iconized. Pop - Beatles. Metal - Iron Maiden, Metallica. Psychedelia - Pink Floyd. Punk - Sex Pistols. Well, almost all these bands are disgusting, they are the most educational, clichéd, saccharine. The post-Barrett Pink Floyd are overrated, just like Queen (ugh, those annoying little tunes), Michael Jackson, Beatles, Metallica (one of the most vomit-inducing bands ever) etc etc etc. Then if you let yourself be influenced by the emotional aspect, that is, since they made you change course compared to Gigi D'Alessio: those are another discussion. :P

Gilmour...listen to Faust - Faust. Neu! - Neu!. Can - Tago Mago. Popol Vuh - In den Garten Pharaos. Tangerine Dream - Zeit. And Klaus Schulze, then take everything the Floyd did after the departure of the immense Syd Barrett and flush it down the toilet, trust me :)

But this is the solo album by DAVID PAJO!?!?!?!? The review is incomprehensible, whether it's him or a group of freaks from '68 with the simple name PAJO (album title 1968, who knows). No mention of Slint, Tortoise, For Carnation. I don’t get it at all; it seems like a timeless work composed by no one even knows who... rating 2.

F.FACTOR WRITES: This album should be listened to without thinking at all about that thing called a song. SANJURO: Yes, Factor, it's called Suite, meaning the abandonment of the basic pillars of song structure (Verse - Chorus - Verse) to arrive at a free structure not inflated by the obvious consequences of popular music components. SUITE For life! Immense Can, what can I say, Tago Mago the absolute best. And by the way, about that idiot Maurizio Testi regarding black people: Coincidentally, the first singer of Can was actually a black man, and a myriad of immensely talented jazz and blues musicians were black and not bleached. Enough of this cheap racism.

a FUCKING dancer...never were words so prophetic!

FIDIA without beating around the bush SUCKS: it stinks. Everything is contained in that one little two-word phrase.

Ahah I realized KEN - The voice of the verb "to do." I meant KEn understood as "Knowing how to do" or "Being able to do"... A little question. Reading Kraut Rock Sampler, this album is presented as a misstep by CAN. Damo Suzuki himself will state that the LP Future Days disappointed him a lot. Too mannered and velvety, where that rougher and more sensual sheen of the early works was lost. Even Julian Cope (Author of KRAUTROCKSAMPLER) points to it as an album that pissed him off as a fan... mahhhhh

Pretazzo, your proposal is always 1) An unknown album from a certain '80s scene, ranging from alt rock, wild hardcore, or noise. 2) Written in an encyclopedic, surgical, clear manner. 3) It doesn’t reveal particular emotions; it feels like a fucking crystal-clear cyborg review. Anyway, I really like you because you listen to great music (I also enjoy Lubricated and Dri), but maybe you should try to infuse some new ideas into your style. It remains a bit too much like Verghian realism. I trust you for the next one :)

Wasted without any purely pragmatic reference, for you, Dadaism has entered your ear and gone out of your ass. I hate drinking and smoking; I lean more towards a "reasoned disorder of all senses" in the Rimbaudian sense. You can be exhilarated even without the shitty drugs that you surely take to spit out such pseudo-subversive and straight bullshit. For your information, I live with three roommates and pay my rent OUT OF MY OWN POCKET, I’m 23 years old and have much more intelligence than what your neurons multiplied by twelve thousand could ever conceive. Bionic metalhead, all your pictures as a dissacrating straight guy are ruined by your mental traditionalism, which you don’t even try (and should) to hide. To me, you remain a fool.