NoMeansNo
Sex Mad

THE REVIEW

NoMeansNo are beautiful and above all useful. With their "Happy Hardcore," they give you the chance to say fuck you to all musical dichotomies.

Fuck, for instance, the "Progressive(what)sick" with their arrogance and clichéd phrases... <<Yes, quite good, but nothing exceptional and then they have all the flaws of post-77 music. Little technique (I mean: do you hear yourself? Are you sure you don't want to call Amplifon? Look, it's a toll-free number, you don't pay anything and then, damn, the NoMeansNo are mind-blowing from a purely technical point of view), non-existent arrangements (what's the point of arranging when you know right away what you have to do?)>>.
Fuck the Post-Rock dudes, most of them love the Mogwai or, even worse, Giardini Di Mirò, and shrug their shoulders at the name Slint. Don't worry, it's not an American soda... <<Yes, beautiful. Undoubtedly capable, but too little reflective (friend, what's there to reflect on? At most, you will live 80 years... you have time to reflect, don't worry. Now think about moving your ass), too little impressionistic (MEH)>>.
Fuck the Space-Brutal-Metallo-Losers, stupid, most of the time, as much as a scrotum hair... <<This is music for fags (but isn't it even more fag-like to walk around all dressed in faux leather with hair that reaches your ass)>>.
Fuck the Indie-idiots of 2007. They spit the word "Indie," but they don't know what it's about... <<Really good, but they can't do melodies (fuck you and that's it, you're too stupid to exist. If you want, I'll whip you to the rhythm of the bass drum, and you'll see how much you'll like the NoMeansNo branded melodies).
Fuck everyone who doesn't know the NoMeansNo (and also them for not caring about being known). These two brothers tour, along with their current guitarist, the world since 1979 with their post-happy-hardcore and fuck the world that stabs you in the back, running up debts that will never be paid.
Fuck me for not buying Wrong at their concert for two euros... how much I wandered to find it later.
Fuck NoMeansNo who only think about playing and don't reissue their old LPs (this album contains the You kill me EP and the Sex Mad album, both from 1986).
Fuck the electronic posers all moist and their synthetic drugs... <<Danceable, but physical music is dead. Now it's all about computers (it's not physical music that's dead. It's you who've never started)>>.

Essentially, they sound like what an engagement between the Jesus Lizard and the Minutemen would sound like, they love each other, they cuddle, but they always think of Benny Hill as a possible ideal lover.

I repeat the concept: Fuck everyone and fuck those who say fuck. Instead, long live NoMeansNo and their misfortune, long live all the misfits of the world... BE STRONG, BE WRONG