Theodoros Angelopoulos - Landscape in the mist(scene with the hand)

Theo Angelopoulos - (1 of 3)
"Passage in the Mist" - (1988)

#35mm
 
Thurston Moore - HASHISH ...today I listened to the latest from T.M....it’s a pleasure to travel through SY-style tracks, '70s rock, and some heavy guitar riffs. Excellent as usual...
 
Lucio Dalla - Attenti Al Lupo

I don't know... it doesn't make me feel like throwing up at all.
 
 
Modena

Against the skids caused by the good @[Ditta]
 
 
Colin Newman - Feigned Hearing
30 years before Four Tet, Tame Impala, MGMT...
 
ROBERT FRIPP Exposure

It's impossible to reach a goal without suffering...
 
Baustelle - Monumentale (Official Video)

Cemeteries don’t give thoughts
it's you who is mistaken
if weary you despair
and cry to fill
the voids of absence...
 
#Vairus - Ligabue announces the new album. And a mega box set

√ Ligabue annuncia il nuovo album. E un mega cofanetto | News | Rockol

via @updayIT
 
Il Disertore

Damn you...
 
Building on the brilliant idea of @[Alemarcon] to revisit the brilliant idea of @[Martello], I would like to offer, as an additional kick in the...er, preview of the columns that will start in a week, a ranking of the worst albums by Antonello Venditti (from 1991 to 2015, excluding "Dalla pelle al cuore" from 2007) from the least unbearable to the peak of absolute diarrhea.

N°3: "Tortuga" (2015)
For now (and hopefully forever), the last original work in Antonello's discography. Still on a four-year schedule, as he has gotten us used to since '91. In an interview, he stated: "Tortuga is my best album," calling it the most heartfelt, committed, and similar crap of his discography. The only opening single "Cosa avevi in mente" (a pathetic rehash of the beautiful "Lilly" from forty years earlier) indicates the general trend of the album. An album that might be described as "less unbearable" than the one I posted this morning but contains the most foul-smelling pile of crap of them all...

The masterpiece of the album: Ti amo inutilmente
 
Wire - Mercy (2006 Remastered Version)
How much I adore this leaden, morbid, obsessive album 🔮🐍
 
Taking inspiration from the brilliant idea of @[Alemarcon] to revisit the brilliant idea of @[Martello], I allow myself, as an additional kick in the... ehm, preview of the columns that will start in a week, to present a ranking of the worst albums by Antonello Venditti (from 1991 to 2015 and excluding "Dalla pelle al cuore" from 2007) from the least unbearable to the peak of absolute diarrhea.

No. 4: "Che fantastica storia è la vita" (2003)
We are getting closer to the podium, and the fight for the title of worst is becoming increasingly difficult. Here we are, after a four-year hiatus, in the new millennium, Nello serves us a new work. A work that aims to revive Venditti's career, which had already hit rock bottom (in fact, it had started to dig). Does he succeed? Of course not! The only thing worthy of some mention is Gato Barbieri's saxophone in the title track. Yes, that title track we all know, that “Mi chiamo Antonio e faccio il cantautore,” that highly praised piece which is actually just a load of nonsense.

The shitshow of the album: Non C'è Male
 
Here’s the translation:

Ingrandisci questa immagine

This morning I’m bringing you the newspaper... put on your glasses and *read it all*