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Here the game gets tough... I try to defend (within the limits of possibility) peggiopunx, who is guilty of expressing himself too hastily on such a sensitive topic... hardcore, generally speaking, opposed the hippies and all the intellectuals of the sixties and more broadly the dominant mentality of the 60s (remember "Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs" by the Minutemen? And "I hate hippies" by.....damn, I can't remember!!! grrrr)... straight-edge was just the tip of the iceberg of a movement, hardcore indeed, that aimed to fight the establishment in a way different from how their flower-child parents had done... hardcore proposed, above all, greater individualism, then a more responsible attitude, a more concrete, realistic perspective, more tied to the everyday issues of teenagers (while the hippies had a decidedly more idealistic approach, more "with their heads in the clouds"... and this attitude sometimes turned out to be benign, weak, ineffective...) Then there's the talk of the betrayed revolution (the kids playing hardcore in the 80s were the children of former hippies who became yuppies and converted to Reaganism)... another thing, the drug issue: straight-edge (and hardcore kids in general) "accused" the hippies of interpreting drug culture as something purely hedonistic, aimed at mere physical pleasure, at the sheer joy of getting high... the same goes for the story of "free love"... the kids of the 80s found themselves in a radically changed situation, both on the drug front and on the sex front, as the most popular drug of their time was no longer LSD (a heavy drug, but less lethal than heroin, and associated with paradise-like visions... except for "bad trips"), but the terrible heroin (an even heavier drug than acid and responsible for many overdose and AIDS deaths)... and free love in the 80s was no longer so free, given the dramatic emergence of the AIDS plague (which did not yet exist in the 60s)... I believe that peggiopunx intended to support such a position, at least that’s the impression I got... certainly, the criticisms directed at him on this page are rather justified, as when serious matters are discussed (drugs, disease, generational conflicts) expressions that are too brief and ambiguous like the one repeatedly mentioned on this page should be avoided... @kosmo: "It’s a disease that affects everyone" <<< so the famous slogan "If you know it, you avoid it" is a lie? @Nick: why did you give such a high rating to a group that thinks so differently from you?

@extro91: Blind Idiot God are much more laid-back than Flying Luttenbachers...uhm, then explain to me why I had to respond to you on this review? ;-D

"cosmic trips are something entirely different from krautrock" <<< but how??? :-O Krautrock IS the cosmic journey par excellence! (if listened to with powerful speakers, of course) :-)

They are one of the bands of my life: I love all their albums, especially Siamese Dream (listen to it: you will definitely like it, it's almost shoegaze) ;-)

because Infiammable Material by SLF is anything but a waste of time

I listened to it again yesterday and now I rate it: 3, no more... honestly, I can't handle 70 minutes all like this... I like Hash Jar Tempo, maybe because they are more varied and because they don’t sing (Bardo Pond, on the other hand, do sing in some tracks and the result is disheartening, as it seems like a group trying to make songs with their own melody, but they miserably sink... for me, they should have completely abolished the singing parts, which have nothing to do with such a radical project). Honestly, I don't see the need to keep reiterating the same concept for an hour and a quarter, when to convey the sense of the infinite and the cosmic, just a few minutes were enough—8 to be precise, which is the duration of the aforementioned Krautrock by Faust (an exemplary piece: it starts quietly, then at a certain point the drums come in, and then the Teutonic finale! In those 8 minutes, you really feel like flying in space... it's 8 minutes where every temporal category is suspended…) And after? What happens after this memorable cosmic trip? You hear a man screaming, a little guitar riff and the music changes: here’s Sad Skinhead! After reaching the peaks of space-rock with Krautrock, the Faust completely turn the page and move to surrealism… followed by 6 more pieces, each one very different from the other… and instead, the Pond go on with the same musical concept (the cosmic trip) for 72 minutes! :-O No, it's really too much... I don’t have Fester's endurance to tolerate such an experience... I'm too used to hardcore times: 2 minutes are more than enough! :-)))

For me, we're at debut levels... in fact, here we find truly incredible stylistic hints...

few resources but plenty of imagination: long live the cinema of craftsmen

cute, especially the scene where Woody has to fast because his family is Jewish and so he goes to the communist neighbors to stuff himself!

let's abolish the words platter and moniker from reviews