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COELUMBIA
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COELUMBIA
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Associated LP of 1978
 
Thin Lizzy Killer Without A Cause debaser.it/users/13572386/202331202 011560.JPG #unviniloalgiorno
 
The Cramps - Psychedelic Jungle 1981 Full Album

… stunning…

From grave to grave, from tomb to tomb, the Cramps end up in the cemetery of Back from the Grave.

Only they get there before Tim Warren has even armed himself with a shovel.

In fact, to be picky, they get there before anyone else does.

They wander among the brambles with shovels in hand.

But they aren't there to desecrate any tomb; they are there for the exact opposite.

They are there to bury.

They have dragged along the bones of Kip Tyler, Jim Lowe, Ronnie Dawson, Ronnie Cook, and other relics whose names are unknown, and now they dig to put them all together, side by side. A Spoon River for the impious.

More than a psychedelic jungle, a psychotic jungle.

Despite the fisheye lens used by Anton Corbijn for the cover shot trying to trick us into thinking we're inside a Byrdsian dream tinted in black, the second record from Lux and Ivy (here flanked by Kid Congo Powers, a guy who “for the love of Poison Ivy” had already played elsewhere mixing from the same allegorical garbage the Cramps feed on, NdLYS) is a kaleidoscope where every mirror has been painted black and the small colored glass prisms have been replaced by the green phosphorescent rot of will-o'-the-wisps.

The rotten sound of the Cramps is funereal and heavy, crackling and sickly, it drags slowly and bent among the underbrush while Lux's Cuban heel sinks into the phosphorescent muck where piles of dug-up earth collapse.

Everything is a primitive and sinister rasping of rock ‘n’ roll ghosts, of filthy stomps from a haunted house, of regurgitating and shriveled swamp blues from a witching night.

Mama, tell Dad that the circus has come to town.

The Reverend
 
Purity

I was in a record store in Los Angeles (Tower Records), on Sunset Boulevard. While I was browsing through the vinyl, a track played, and of course, I immediately bought the album (no rest for the wicked); I had never heard them until then. They were amazing, even though they never evolved enough. This is one of my favorite tracks from them.
 
Hal - Coming Right Over
Ubiquitous in my 2007, the year I met my current partner. They seemed on a path to a bright future but after a handful of LPs nothing more. One could write an endless book about the stories of bands, including those that started poorly and never took off.
 
@[imasoulman] so?
Shall we start from here for example?
Judas Priest - Angel (Audio)
 
Dearest @[ZiOn], what can I say...
In order:
- This c.a.d.f (self-proclaimed) "Fattela" appears out of the blue in the thread under the Bloop review and grabs the chance to insult randomly... Well...
- He writes this thing about Pink Floyd, which is perfectly legitimate, but really, lucky him that he has nothing better to do... Well...
- In all this, before I can say "What the..." I find myself de-quoted and de-hated in the blink of an eye... Well...

What to say, we are at fluffy cretinism...
 
New Model Army - The Price (Single / EP Edit)
Never too praised but what a band! The bassist is a rocket...
 
Think Out Loud - In A Perfect World
High-tech scaffolding 80's 🚀