THE JUGGERNAUT OF ENTERTAINMENT IN CONTEMPORARY LIFE. The Algebra of Need & Morning Abstinence (William S. Burroughs)

di HOPELESS | Comments: 00 | DeRank™: 3,00

(Diminish the full ~ Replenish the humble) part of the human condition.

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Il sole sembra congelato basso nel cielo invernale, un giorno metallico sia freddo che secco, su ogni sentiero in ogni stazione ti vedo tutti ora mentre la cera continua a sciogliersi.. L'animale che vola è la parte più scura del cielo, l'animale che tuffa sotto l'oceano, porta la sua propria luce.. Così spaventato che la tua vita finisca.. Nella pancia di un insetto.. E posso solo immaginare quando rivedrò questa volta questa strada.. La terra si rovescia e porta luce a New Ground.

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Ramona map in the land of the setting sun, raw fish in a burrito game, psycho therapy, sci-fi religion. Sleepless. Radio static. Slowed up the highway like for a drive-in movie or a circus sideshow. Caffeinated and incorporated and cholesterol mean business hard on for hate, life flash before when try to sleep. I am a product. Dumpster waits for you. There's a hope downtown, stars also lie down that streets. I Don't Believe in Books, I Believe in Sentences. DECONSTRUCTION.

di HOPELESS | Comments: 01 | DeRank™: 6,00

Farrell, who suffers from the suicide of his mother when he is 4, Avery, who discovers as a teenager that his biological father is someone else, Navarro, who at 15 comes home to find his mother and aunt murdered in a pool of blood... Human clinical cases more than a rock band. Perkins, the unique, shining, and wonderful white fly of the group. Metal, Rock, Funk, New Wave, Gothic, Psychedelia, Mystical, Esoteric, Lysergic... Nothing is Shocking. Sex and Violence. Señores y Señoras... Jane's Addiction.

di HOPELESS | Comments: 05 | DeRank™: 15,87

My Opinion Only, these days and these musicians: Peter Hook - Eric A. - Gianni Maroccolo = the bass lines

di HOPELESS | Comments: 01 | DeRank™: 0,00

PBR. Overweight and weary musical semantics, low-fi electro-junk, unexpected guitars, metallic ethno-digital drummings, bass lines placed differently. POLARBEAR is an introverted beast. Alaska is not a matter of weather-territoriality but a disposition of the soul. Human gels. Livid roads and out of bounds. No technicolor L.A. dreams but raw portraits of urban din. Industrial and dazed sound. Postcards from Taipei, deformed suburbia and altered visions from nothing. Something of Nothing.

di HOPELESS | Comments: 00 | DeRank™: 3,00