Iosonouncane - Summer on a spiaggia affollata ...as annoying as it is brilliant...DIE NIGGA, DIE.
 
Ivan Graziani - Ora et labora (11 - CD1)

Ah, the sleepless night... at least I have RUOC EN ROL.
 
Manteca - Dizzy Gillespie

This is the right *mantecatura*!
 
Dick Twardzik Trio - Yellow Tango (1954)

Richard Twardzik - from "Trio"
1956 (Pacific Jazz)

#jazzlegends
 
#darkpearls
The Zulus - the Zulus
#forgetdadandthemen
The Zulus: "Kings in the Queen City" (1985)

'Bosstown Sound' strikes again?
Well, if we’re here, I’d say no, but you probably sensed that already. The Human Sexual Response band, featuring guitarist Rich Gilbert and vocalist Larry Bangor (a voice akin to Robert Plant), was doing post-punk, and don’t ask me how good they were because a) I’ve never heard them b) I’m not Scaruffi - thankfully. But beneath the dense and dark smoke screen, you could sense there was something more. When Malcom Travis joined them on drums, they became the Zulus and for about three years they were one of the many 'next big things' in that aristocratic locale.
After a warming e.p., in 1988 Slash wanted to go big, even calling in a temporarily unemployed (or let’s say 'less' employed...) Bob Mould.
Result? An album overflowing with energy from the first to the last groove, punk that astonishingly becomes a blues suspension (oh, and there’s harmonica too... as if John Mayall was born thirty years later), melody trapped in hammering rhythms and melodic riffs spawned from the indie-rock climate.
As if your power-trios or your favorite hard-rock heroes had put on a '70s crest.
Result? Close to zero, so much so that the lines will dissolve shortly after (and Bob will pull Travis along when he needs to give life to the power-pop punk of his Sugar).
But I still can’t explain it...

Thanx Imasoulman!
 
#darkpearls
Rikki and the Last Days of Heart - '4 Minute Warning'
#forgetDadioandthemen
Rikki And The Last Days Of Earth - City Of The Damned

@[imasoulman] at the podium:
You say '1977' and immediately think (not here, there, across the Channel, because here in the Beautiful Country we listened to singer-songwriters... it took Renzo Arbore and his correspondent in London, Michel Pergolani, to enlighten us) of a bunch of fools capable, yes, of saying one-two-three-four but unable to string together a fourth chord in succession.
And yet no, if it is true as it is true that punk was a destructive attitude towards oneself before being directed at what surrounded it, music included, but the precursors were found as much in the Stooges as in Roxy Music, in the New York Dolls as well as in the more extreme glam. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had Ultravox!, early Japan, Magazine, and Be-Bop Deluxe.
There you go, Rikki Sylvan is an Adam Ant who didn’t make it.
And yet this record, if words like art and punk mean something to you when linked by a hyphen, coursing through bleeding guitars, malicious synth whistles, and cascades of genuine melodramatic despair, is truly a forgotten masterpiece of that unrepeatable season, an unrelenting assault with white weapons of ‘futurist noise’.
 
Valley Of Rain - Giant Sand
intense and genuine
 
Our Guessing Game
#finallyimoody
 
Burnt By The Sun Trailer 1994

Nikita Mikhalkov (3 of 3)
"Deceiving Sun" - 1994

#35mm