Kylie Minoise
Kill Ugly Pop Now!

Brother, but this is stuff from MD - how can you, but - I don't know?

It's just that I don't see it as worldly stuff, like stuff for an evening. No one goes to MD alone, and there's the fact that you have to go out to go there and I really don't feel like it now. So I can stay nicely in the green garden of my bed and listen to it during the break from the everyday eight hours of the barber's helmet. Also, my back hurts. If you have a friend who's good at massages, by the way, write me in private: even someone a bit naughty who enjoys walking on me is fine, but NO HEELS, NO INSULTS, NO PEGGING, that's not my thing, leave me in my somewhat naive traditionalism of a provincial boy with a taste for the good and beautiful things of the past: the red checkered tablecloth, homemade wine, Antonella Clerici, lace, and NO LATEX because I seem to be a bit intolerant to certain materials and once I got some kind of rash ah, hello, experimenter, if you're reading this: next possible time standard hand-washed lingerie and no Nine Inch Nails, please. Otherwise, I'll bring out the white MEN's underwear. Other than that, all's good, greetings to the family ; ) ; ) ; )

One thing about me is that I'm one of those who need to keep their mind constantly occupied, otherwise I come up with things like oh stopstopstop look at me for a moment: am I trembling only inside or outside too? and the evergreen [as I say "evergreen" I make the connection gesture with my hand] but did I just shout this conversation at you? and then instead I wasn't shouting, but never mind.

And so the video of Let's Stuff Baby's Mind With Diamonds is the kind of thing I like to keep my mind busy with when I'm a bit down. With strobe lights, knives, colors, cool patterns, Jesus Christ, cats!, skulls, Lea Cummings crazed and thrashing around, screaming, laser beams from the eyes, scorpions. As for the noise, I won't go into much detail: it's quality noise, with even musically sensible tone changes and a garage punk vibe.

A piece like Sacred Violence To Come! is practically industrial baseline, before it loses itself in the usual delirium of things clipping across the entire spectrum. And then Kylie Minoise has a very recognizable way of making noise, and it's evolving. Yeah Fuck Em' All! is even, possibly, with all due caution, pleasant! And in the adjective and substantive march of Anti-Corporate Euphoria! at times I can recognize the sample.

Instead, the twenty minutes of total chaotic delirium of the last one, Lies Were Preferred By The People, etc. (VLC doesn't take the whole title, sorry), makes me think of a couple of days ago. I was at the Cure concert and was making friends with a young mother. Quite young. We talked about a few things, I offer her some cut tobacco, and at a certain point, she tells me that she's worried because she and her husband are really into rock, but her son listens to this new music called trap and so what do you think? and I think about the South Park episode that talks about tween wave (it's episode seven, please watch it) but I don't tell her, preferring a diplomatic, conclusive, and sincere "oh well, yes, but I believe it could have been worse, so there."