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Black Flag were THE band, who best interpreted what was the only possible approach English punk could have in the metropolises of California. A loud, sweaty, and revealing Fuck You to what was shaping up to mystify the America of the Golden-Boy graduate, careerist, sexist.
Black Flag were THE band, who best interpreted what was the only possible approach English punk could have in the metropolises of California.
A loud, sweaty, and revealing Fuck You to what was shaping up to mystify the America of the Golden-Boy graduate, careerist, sexist.
Discover Black Flag's Damaged today—listen and feel the raw power of punk rebellion!
One of the most important English bands, if not even fundamental, in the evolution of the hybrid rock-industrial of the ’80s. Believe me, there’s not much to laugh about.
One of the most important English bands, if not even fundamental, in the evolution of the hybrid rock-industrial of the ’80s.
Believe me, there’s not much to laugh about.
Explore Killing Joke's groundbreaking sound—listen to 'Laugh? I Nearly Bought One!' today!
"What it conveyed to me with its rational acidity of abused and mistreated pedals by a prose similar to a curse is simply too intimate, personal." "A rare example of how sound, the impure one, the non-virgin one, can be the perfect bonding agent with the words of a wise and irrational master."
"What it conveyed to me with its rational acidity of abused and mistreated pedals by a prose similar to a curse is simply too intimate, personal."
"A rare example of how sound, the impure one, the non-virgin one, can be the perfect bonding agent with the words of a wise and irrational master."
Discover the haunting depths of Cobain and Burroughs' unique collaboration—listen now to 'The Priest They Called Him.'
"A circle of ecto-plasma full of perversion sank its claws into our poor skulls of poorly grown Provincials." "In his passenger seat, with his face bent over his chest, the 'Individual' smiled sinisterly, guilty of having fulfilled his prophecy in the most hidden way possible."
"A circle of ecto-plasma full of perversion sank its claws into our poor skulls of poorly grown Provincials."
"In his passenger seat, with his face bent over his chest, the 'Individual' smiled sinisterly, guilty of having fulfilled his prophecy in the most hidden way possible."
Experience the dark, immersive power of Ufomammut’s live show—listen to Bloom Mezzago 11/11/2005 now and dive into the underground metal abyss!
The cover alone, depicting a teenager explicitly dressed in Hitler Youth attire, intent on striking the membrane of his own unawareness, expresses what the record tries to impose in a totalizing manner. ‘Failures’... embeds in your limbs the certainty that there is no going back once the journey has begun: no future.
The cover alone, depicting a teenager explicitly dressed in Hitler Youth attire, intent on striking the membrane of his own unawareness, expresses what the record tries to impose in a totalizing manner.
‘Failures’... embeds in your limbs the certainty that there is no going back once the journey has begun: no future.
Discover the intense beginnings of Joy Division and experience the haunting vibe of 'An Ideal For Living'—listen now!
Nothing more sedative on these occasions appears to equal the disastrous warbles, the nauseating high notes, and the shrill clangs of Nick Cave’s primordial band. The Birthday Party, in other words, a successful and absolutely unique post-punk/blues/new wave transplant, distinct from the funky-shit made in the 80s and located in an Australia halfway between San Francisco and Bratislava: Melbourne.
Nothing more sedative on these occasions appears to equal the disastrous warbles, the nauseating high notes, and the shrill clangs of Nick Cave’s primordial band.
The Birthday Party, in other words, a successful and absolutely unique post-punk/blues/new wave transplant, distinct from the funky-shit made in the 80s and located in an Australia halfway between San Francisco and Bratislava: Melbourne.
Discover the raw power and dark charm of The Birthday Party’s Junk Yard—listen now and dive into a post-punk classic.
The emotional tension with which the clanging guitars take over thoughts proves to be, in my opinion, unrivaled as the factor, the soul, and the body of this masterpiece. I swear in my life I have never heard anything more sensual, so spiritual and at the same time sacrilegious as this filter of lost love.
The emotional tension with which the clanging guitars take over thoughts proves to be, in my opinion, unrivaled as the factor, the soul, and the body of this masterpiece.
I swear in my life I have never heard anything more sensual, so spiritual and at the same time sacrilegious as this filter of lost love.
Dive into Glenn Branca's The Ascension—experience noise and emotion unlike any other.
"METAL MACHINE MUSIC is a vortex of induced irrationality, not a glam-naive recording." It is repetition: time, trapped in itself. The serpent will never stop biting its tail.
"METAL MACHINE MUSIC is a vortex of induced irrationality, not a glam-naive recording."
It is repetition: time, trapped in itself. The serpent will never stop biting its tail.
Dive into Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music and experience one of the most radical sound experiments ever created.
The passion I mentioned before does not take long to be discovered once again. An exceptional record, in its own right. Decidedly passionate.
The passion I mentioned before does not take long to be discovered once again.
An exceptional record, in its own right. Decidedly passionate.
Dive into the passionate world of Motorpsycho's 'Angels And Daemons At Play' and experience a timeless 70s-infused rock journey.
The vocal line emerges right away from its personal catacomb in 'Sister Midnight,' and you already begin to understand that what he is singing is Iggy Pop, not his image, just him. 'Mass Production' is a painfully slow ballad celebrating unconscious self-destruction, a journey mortally wounded.
The vocal line emerges right away from its personal catacomb in 'Sister Midnight,' and you already begin to understand that what he is singing is Iggy Pop, not his image, just him.
'Mass Production' is a painfully slow ballad celebrating unconscious self-destruction, a journey mortally wounded.
Dive into Iggy Pop's iconic The Idiot and experience a dark, groundbreaking journey through the heart of punk and new wave.
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