Two Man Sound - Disco Samba (HQ)
Happy New Year, everyone, from the Mister, the new monsters, Lancelot 008, and a mona de so mare
🤪
 
Mucca lava la faccia di un cane
And, many many wishes to our @[G] (may Heaven always keep him beautiful & healthy, so he doesn't kick us all out), shall we not give them to him?
 
Yakko's World But Every Communist Country plays the Soviet Anthem
Best wishes to everyone with this gem. #rarepearl
 
Quaker City Night Hawks - "Pay to Play"

Among their lesser-known tracks - as if there were any known ones -
A piece of an embarrassing beauty… a southern soul that should tickle even the refined palate of the noble @[imasoulman]

#lasolitanobilerobettasana
3/20
 
@[fedezan76] this was the album I remembered from Failure!! Failure - Let It Drip
 
LUCY - COMMODORES - 1981

I don't understand why here on Deb no one gives a damn about them
Commodores (11/25)
 
Birth Of Joy - Keep On Moving

Piece n.8

And here we are again, in the more "wild" Doors zone... just wait a bit longer, please...

#lasolitanobilerobettasa na
4/8
 
 
 
THE DEVILS - AZAZEL

“Happy New Year, Conte”

“Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch, you're bringing bad luck too!!!”

“Ah, thanks”
“You're welcome”
 
 
@[algol] hi and happy 2022 dear! A band I discovered yesterday while searching for groups with a Post-Rock-Metal sound similar to Lantlos. I listened to the whole album; an immersive experience that "overwhelmed" me with sounds very close to the mighty ISIS. I think I'll write one of my reviews about it in the next few days, asking GenitalGrinder to step in for me... Absolutely amazing...
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

New Year’s Rhyme:

Bring me carcasses for the whole year.

I want a January stuffed with Pandas,
a July of sunny Volkswagens, a crazy March where only Maseratis crash;

I want a press that compresses ceaselessly,
a wave-filled sea of metal sheets made for this purpose;

I want a shattered and demolished rear window,
an engine block that oozes oil from every bolt;

and let the Duna and the Arna be friends,
piling up heaps of crumpled metal.

If I stretch too much, don’t say a word,
just give me a filthy and dirty face instead.