#BIVI § Television - Marquee Moon
There's no need to spend more words on this album. Personally, I find it very melancholic. A melancholy that transforms into electric resignation in the dialogues of the guitars. I found many albums at home, legacies from older siblings. I listened to them without knowing anything, looking at the cover and fantasizing as only a teenager's mind can do. While listening and looking at the cover, I perceived sounds in black and white, neurotic, but with a sense of sad resignation, an inevitable fall into that spiral on the cover. This very personal vision made it even more fascinating.
 
#suckthisPOP § If i could write poetry - television personalities
He’s a street poet, with a great love for heroin, a love that led him to put his teeth under the pillow waiting for the blue fairy, a love that made him sell his guitar, a love that got him some time behind bars, a love that made him turn his back on friends. A love demonstrated by Scandinavian fans who are trying to get him back on track by making a tribute album to pay for a new, absolutely disappointing but great job, because it gave new hope to a man who sold his soul to music, if we want to call it that romantically. But now he was in over his head, if we want to call it that romantically. He sold the guitar and redeemed that little bit of soul that he still had left. At least I believe so, but I often blur the line between reality and boring fairy tales.
 
Perry Leopold - The Journey §
discovered by chance with his deep American folk, flavors that in my ignorance I would define as "mystical." I know two works that slowly seep in, they don't demand immediate attention, but as happened to me, you feel that there's something you can't bend to, music to dig into while getting your hands dirty. The gratification isn't immediate, but slowly the atmospheres become increasingly defined images until they create a picture of exciting colors very close to a part of the soul that is rarely warmed by a simple timid solitary ray of sunshine.
 
#BIVI § Public Image Ltd.- Albatross
Lydon didn't suddenly become a genius; undoubtedly, changing his clothes and hanging out with different people has benefited him. His smirk is now much more unsettling because there's something behind it that truly hurts.
 
FABIO CELI e gli infermieri - FOLLIA (1969) FULL ALBUM
A strange item in the Italian landscape with very peculiar lyrics
 
todd dillingham spinning in a whirl
I don’t know what strange astral interaction led me to have two records by this gentleman. Psychedelic pop with roots firmly planted between the late 60s and the very early 70s. Each song is like a dart that sticks to a photograph. Canterbury pop with a fish in hand dressed in Beatles uniforms. Barrett is present, but dressed in Victorian sequins, and the good Robyn is slyly always there, along with digressions into psycho proto-prog. In short, a work from a craftsman now of retirement age who has magically pulled out of his hat his mastery in dancing on colorful staves like a young lad. If you get the chance, don’t let it pass you by.
 
#BIVI § Vic Godard The Subway Sect - Make me sad
These songs opened my heart to a singer-songwriter style that, in my ignorance, I imagine as “typed on a typewriter in a smoky room with a glass filled to two fingers,” I'm romantic. But I was enchanted by bittersweet melodies that I somehow found in the early works of Heafner (or whatever they’re called) or in the musings of their writer sitting observing the patrons of a bar. But these are conjectures from an ignorant self-taught person to be taken with a grain of salt. Anyway, pages that have somehow helped shape my musical vision.
 
#BIVI § Picchio dal Pozzo Picchio dal Pozzo Full Album HQ
If memory serves right, check out Harfield And The North, a lovely crush. My brother introduced me to this strange name, and it was love with a capital L. I want to emphasize that my listening experiences are quite distant from their releases; I’m 44 years old, and you can do the math. Nevertheless, this album was helpful because it somehow made me feel that Italy was less of a province of the empire and lifted a discriminatory veil towards realities outside the usual map. That said, I still don't appreciate Area all that much, which, when I was less mature, used to weigh on me a bit; I wonder why.
 
#BIVI § Robyn Hitchcock - My favourite buildings.flv
this work opened my eyes and the step to recover the discography of this minstrel was short. Then I remember that the CDs were heavily discounted. Even from the market considered a loser, but that's better for those who have lost themselves in his stories.
 
From New York The Optic Nerve - What's Been Missing
dirty helmets from exhaust fumes for metropolitan neo Byrds.
 
Cheepskates I'll Be Around
What I was left with was the vinyl that no one bought. "Remembar per tedesca" Music Machine Records, a new homeland for American garage, but it was the late '80s and the golden age of garage had come to an end.
 
The Melted Americans Harold Small
I believe the group is the author of 2 works that I had removed. By chance, I dug up their debut, which I owned a long time ago. They were a nice hope, although today, after shaking off the hangover of the paisley psycho revival, I find them dated, but with a charm that might be even stronger.
 
#suckthisPOP § Eggstone - Waiting For The Bell
From Sweden, refined sunny melodies.