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In these times of (for me) musical lean times, it happens that the magnificent de-playlist is a source of inspiration for unexplored sound shores, often a bit retro.
My cochleae, never satiated with assorted roughness, nibble, rummage, let themselves be tickled … and thank goodness not everyone is as sadistic as Zanna who inflicts on us Flemish chansonniers capable of instantly transforming our most prideful attributes into steamed beets.
It happens that Tia (always thank you for your appreciated virilizing work Tia … unlike that wimp Zanna!) on Thursday links the Nebula https://www.debaser.it/main/playlist_item.aspx?IdPlaylist=106098
Nebula is a band that formed from a splinter of Fu-Manchu.
Glass and Romano (respectively the oily guitarist and drummer) raise their heels and go on to play practically the same stuff as the Fu.
But why the hell leave a band if you're just going to do the same stuff?
Well, someone more knowledgeable than me might explain it to me, the rest is always there on Wikipedia.
In times when Kyuss is a nostalgic memory and QOTSA a reality increasingly poppy, there is always a need for riffing that harkens back to dusty scenarios, although (alas!) deprived of the lysergic component.
An ideal background for imagining yourself in a convertible while cruising on a highway with the wind in your hair (damn, I still have all mine), with beer, free belch and a compliant companion caressing your privates.
In short … acidified stoner.
These Peel Sessions represent a valid summary of Nebula's work, sure ... listening to the 11 tracks recorded live on behalf of the BBC, a vague sense of indistinguishability emerges.
You know when you enter an ice cream shop and among the tubs appears the usual new tropical flavor?
“what's that? … oh, physalis”
You taste it, and find that its sweet and exotic hole flavor is excellent.
Except you realize that you could never distinguish it from a mango, papaya, passion fruit, and this and that.
Which then they also all have the same yellow-orange color of three-day unshaken prepuce stained underwear.
There you go.
Eat this ice cream and don't bother nitpicking.
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