Death In June - Tick Tock
Dear ticktokers, it's trash time.
 
Musics from other worlds (subtitle: 'listen to an idiot)
David Fanshawe - "African Sanctus"
"...and so you stay among yourselves listening to Peruvian groups with bagpipes that only four cats listen to and that even their relatives won't buy!" (quote)
HERE I AM! PRESENT! I, the pompous know-it-all, frequenter of the most malodorous and hidden niches, who "will never be part of a majority," as that guy said in that film… I propose that you listen to some of the most unimaginable stuff that has come my way over the years. You, take my advice, lose yourself for 5 minutes listening (reading, watching, eating, smelling...) to the same things you already know how they are; if you don't take risks, it simply happens that your brain atrophies.
19) David Fanshawe
Stories that should be told, David Fanshawe. When he received the honorary degree of Doctor of Music, no one remembered that his studies had been interrupted due to dyslexia, which prevented him from reading a musical score, and that, for this reason, he hadn't been able to achieve the title of choirmaster. It was a family friend (a French baroness... a real story from another time) who recognized the boy's talent, who was self-taught in piano, and decided to educate him herself, pushing him to the Royal College of Music, where he studied composition with John Lambert and won a scholarship in 1965. But, in addition to his passion for Music, David had another great love: traveling.
Before even finishing his studies, David hitchhiked to the Middle East and there fell in love with Arabic music. He continued to travel and record those sounds and music that very few knew in Europe. In the following years, David traveled up the Nile, crossing Egypt, Sudan, Uganda, and Kenya until he reached Lake Victoria, after about 3 years. He had with him a small stereo recorder with which he invited local musicians to play for him. Upon his return to the UK in '72, he used those hundreds of hours of recordings to compose what became his most famous work: "African Sanctus," which he dedicated to his first wife, Judith Croasdell, earning him fame and prestige (at least around his area…)
But his most ambitious project was to recover the music and oral traditions of Polynesia, Micronesia, and Melanesia. He set out in 1978 and traveled for over 10 years collecting thousands of hours of recordings. The work was supposed to be titled "Pacific Song" or something like that but, a stroke took him away at only 68 years old, preventing him from completing the work.
Read carefully: 1972! Long before World Music became a trend. Fanshawe's work is not only ahead of its time; it is also something completely different: a true – and moving – attempt at "syncretism" between music and cultures. A Sacred Music work that, through Music, would break down barriers in the pursuit of that Spirit that pervades the
 
Chet Baker - She Was Too Good To Me

#onewhocannotbeusdoesnotmatter

An almost impossible attempt at a semi-serious journey through the discography and countless collaborations of Steve Gadd, in almost chronological order.
1974 CHET BAKER - SHE WAS TOO GOOD TO ME
 
YouTube video non trovatogRANVi76bxT7K6U great piece, massive and video
 
The Primates-The Creep!!!

And if the beginning is dazzling, the ending is terrifying... just like the review by the Reverend.

One album. And then the primates return to the jungle from whence they came.

Born in Youngstown (what better name for a band of stupid teenagers who enjoy answering the few interviews with chimpanzee-like verses?, NdLYS), the Primates arrive in Los Angeles on the emotional wave that brings flocks of long-haired people to the Cavern Club, searching for their moment of popularity. Erik Bluhm, Brett Miller, Ted Edlefsen, Brian Corrigan have that moment in 1986.

Just one moment.

And what would having a second moment serve?

That one moment is enough.

Because that moment produces one of the most enjoyable garage records of the entire 80s, even though at the time it’s derided as simply a B-side album. Produced by Brett Gurewitz during his intoxication with the sixties sound (he will also produce the second of the Morlocks, the debut of Untold Fables, Magic Still Exists by the Leopards and Drop of the Creature by the Steppes before briefly finding himself among the ranks of Yard Trauma, NdLYS) and by Greg Shaw, We Are The Primates reeks of crude and primitive garage punk.

It's the itching vulva of a Neolithic woman opening, primordial and hungry, the ancestral and wild scent of a female in heat around which these four Stone Age Monkees, stuffed with alcohol and covered in mammoth furs, dance.

Those who love refined sounds should stay away, today more than ever, as it’s a jungle of maracas, essential chords, cembalo and monkey-like moans in heat. Three covers that seem to have been written just for them (Outside by Downliners Sect, Born Loser by Murphy & The Mob, I Got Nightmares by Q65) so perfectly do they fit the primitive stylistic signature adopted by the group, a curious version of I Go Ape by an unsuspecting Neil Sedaka, and eight original numbers that are a devastating representation of basic beat wrapped in fuzzy parchment and Pretty Things saliva circa Get the Picture?.

Then, nothing more: of the primates, except for Eric Bluhm who will become one of the most sought-after American DJs, guardian of the purple haze of garage, acid rock, and 60s folk rock, no trace will remain, and even the reissue of their album, on Soundflat-marked vinyl, no one will dare to mention, not knowing what to say.

Uh! Uh! We are The Priiiiiimates!!!!
 
The Afghan Whigs: Debonair For this wonder, I can only thank the good old dear Rivo.
 
The Primates - I Go Ape

… then they cover Neil Sedaka like this… Neil Sedaka…
 
Röyksopp - What Else Is There ? Beautiful everything, fantastic video
 
Crocodile Rock

A bit of Eltonian lightness!
 
TOOL - Lateralus (Audio) beautiful album
 
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Henry Lee How beautiful they are together!!!
 
Tim Hecker - No Highs (Full Album) an album not well received, instead I took the time to listen carefully and only then did I realize it was playing along with another work; together they sounded wonderful. So, is beauty just a coincidence?