The Creeps - Come Back, Baby

One of my all-time favorite albums... but what am I even “explaining”...

Enjoy The Creeps was the record that took the World Cup of garage revival away from the United States. It did so in 1986 and in the standard two halves, without the need for extra time and penalty kicks (quote).

MAAAAAAN, WHAT A TRACK...

Come Back Baby once again softens the tones with a ballad where the echo of Them resonates in pieces like How Long Baby or Here Comes the Night within the vintage reverberations of the guitars and Robert’s pleading vocals.
 
Eduardo De Filippo - Natale in Casa Cupiello Atto Primo 1 Lucariè, choose the new song... The paladin of my great profile Eduardo
 
John Lennon - Working Class Hero I recognize her, it's been a long time since I heard her.
 
Darkness 82: The Durutti Column - The missing boy (lyrics)
Another milestone—how can one not dwell on these records built of melancholy and a magical guitar #vit2
 
Make it Rain (Tom Waits) - with Rose a song for the summer (dry)
 
David Sylvian - Brillant Trees (1984) A long road meeting the pieces that have left the most significant mark on my musical life, perhaps not in chronological order, perhaps not the best, but those that have shaped my musical personality up to today. In this piece, how can one not fall in love with J. Hessell?.
#VIT1
 
Fall of the Peacemakers- Molly Hatchet

the good old southern rock....
 
Pandoras "You Don't Satisfy"

After the release of It’s About Time, the name chosen by Paula Pierce reveals all its ominous predictions. The opening of the jar causes two formations with the same name to roam the venues in Los Angeles for a while, which fans will nicknamed, for convenience, Pauladoras and Gwynnedoras. On one side, there are the transfusions Casey, Gwynne, and Bambi, and on the other, Paula with her new friends Julie Patchouli, Karen Blankfield, and Melanie Vammen. However, while the latter manages to pull out some good songs by stealing riffs and melodies from the record collection of hers and her boys, the others, as terrible seamstresses, can't even succeed in this small operation of cut and sew.

What remains of them is a banal punk-rock track released on an Enigma compilation, which, tired of taking the girls to court over pointless disputes about the name rights, dissolves the contract and leaves the other material recorded for a debut album that will never see the light of day.

Paula, on her part, manages to score a contract with none other than Rhino Records, a label dedicated to reissues of vintage material and with little interest in working with contemporary bands.

The exception was made in 1986 with the release of Stop Pretending, featuring Kim Shattuck’s ten fingers instead of Patchouli’s (she will end up in Out of the Fire but will continue to keep the memory of the Pandoras alive by managing the band's official website, NdLYS).

If the cover of the first album, inspired by the debut record of the Shadows of Knight, unmistakably highlighted the link to sixties-punk, the winking and super colorful snapshot of the new album seems to ride the phenomenon of all-female bands from the Los Angeles area, with Bangles and Go-Go's leading the charge. However, Stop Pretending, while smoothing out the abrasive sound of the early days and occasionally indulging in the easy play of the party album (Anyone But You, which sails carefree propelled by the 96 Tears cycle, the catchy jangle-pop of the title track, both already tested with Action Now), continues to dip its hands into Nuggets looking for inspiration, which it finds in the Standells, the Strangeloves, Them, the Dave Clark Five, Paul Revere's Raiders, the Merry-Go-Round, the Mysterians, and the Sir Douglas Quintet as its reference models.

Before long, Paula will renounce her faith to embrace the rowdy hard rock of the Runaways and reveal her nymphomania to the world, extinguishing the charm of the Pandoras before being silenced herself by a brain hemorrhage, without having the time to enjoy the success she dreamed of achieving.
 
Swans - Paradise Is Mine (Lyric Video) the soup is cooked, or rather reheated.
 
@[rossana roma] Thank you for the renewed support!
 
Signed D.C.

I've put it back on a USB… let's pay tribute to master Pinhead aka @[danip], to Tito, to Leighton… to Leighton guys…

The best cover album??!! For me, no doubt…
 
Sussurri e grida (Ingmar Bergman) - Dialogo allo specchio

"Whispers and Cries"
by Ingmar Bergman (1972)

#35mm
 
M - Il Mostro Di Dusseldorf (1931) - monologo

"M the Monster of Düsseldorf"
by Fritz Lang (1931)

#35mm
 
Keith Jarrett - The Köln Concert - Part I (1/4)

Keith Jarrett (10 of 10)
"Part 1" from: The Koln Concert
1975 (ECM)

#jazzlegends
 
Musics from other worlds (subtitle: 'listen to an idiot)
Itoh Masyitoh and Group Rineka Swara - Cipanon Ngembeng
"...and so you stay among yourselves listening to Peruvian groups with the bagpipes that only 4 cats listen to and that not even their relatives buy!" (quote)
HERE I AM! PRESENT! I, the pompous know-it-all, frequenter of the most putrid and hidden niches, who "will never be part of a majority" as that guy said in that movie... I propose that you listen to some of the most unimaginable stuff that has crossed my hands and ears over the years. You, trust an idiot, lose 5 minutes listening (reading, watching, eating, smelling...) to the same things that you already know how they are, that you don’t risk, it simply happens that your brain atrophies.
5) Itoh Masyitoh and Group Rineka Swara
Here we are really elsewhere! The long and absurd journey that brought this cassette into my hands would take too long to tell; just as complicated was the way I lost that cassette (although, in the end, in one way or another, it all comes back around to the same thing...).
But what is truly absurd is that I found traces of this stuff online and around, much more than I could ever have suspected! But trust me, once you get past the first moment of understandable strangeness, this music has a completely unsuspected ability to crawl under your skin: evocative, narcoleptic, subtly alienating, profoundly mysterious, it is the closest thing to the concept of "trance" in music that I can think of. I am convinced that if some producer with a keen ear were to release this stuff on digital format with some light and intelligent "touch-ups," placed in the right spots, this could really hit the mark...