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When this came out, it was truly revolutionary! Discover the review
When this came out, it was truly revolutionary!
“Born Under Punches” is the archetype of the exciting “ethnic rock” conceived by Byrne and company: frantic declamation under a tight carpet of bass and alien guitars. Discover the review
“Born Under Punches” is the archetype of the exciting “ethnic rock” conceived by Byrne and company: frantic declamation under a tight carpet of bass and alien guitars.
Remain In Light is definitely not an easy record but it undoubtedly remains a high-quality album and one of the best rock records ever. Discover the review
Remain In Light is definitely not an easy record but it undoubtedly remains a high-quality album and one of the best rock records ever.
Frustrated madmen, neurotic subhuman mutant beings of the modern world, grotesque tele/computer-dependents, cybernetic post-sedentaries of the New Millennium, pseudo-intellectuals, proletarians of the world, leave your useless problems on the ground, rotting underground in the subways of your souls, your crippling fixations, those age-old self-imposed inhibitions, and climb, run to the rooftops of your houses and … dance, writhe like possessed, with arms raised, clapping to the sky, for maybe it’s not all irreversibly black, sad, depressing forever. . if there is still strength in your bodies, vital energy, don’t waste it seeking a psychoanalytic sense to your existence, a metaphysical justification for your oppressive condition because who knows, you might even discover that there is none … And so, break the masks and run away like the wind from the Great Play, at least for a while, you will find how fun and magical it is to play with a living room lamp, or throw a silly red cap into the air; how many times, laughing, you will tap your forehead with an open palm to the rhythm of music, for your everyday nonsense and absurdities … Exhaust yourselves to bring out the joy, the will for joy that is in each of you, sweat, shout and clamor like drunken, unleashed creatures, dancing like robots in a frenzy, jump, run until you faint, give air to those mildewed, smoked lungs because Music, Rhythm, Sound are the drug, the eternal drug for man, forever and always … Discover the review
Frustrated madmen, neurotic subhuman mutant beings of the modern world, grotesque tele/computer-dependents, cybernetic post-sedentaries of the New Millennium, pseudo-intellectuals, proletarians of the world, leave your useless problems on the ground, rotting underground in the subways of your souls, your crippling fixations, those age-old self-imposed inhibitions, and climb, run to the rooftops of your houses and … dance, writhe like possessed, with arms raised, clapping to the sky, for maybe it’s not all irreversibly black, sad, depressing forever. . if there is still strength in your bodies, vital energy, don’t waste it seeking a psychoanalytic sense to your existence, a metaphysical justification for your oppressive condition because who knows, you might even discover that there is none … And so, break the masks and run away like the wind from the Great Play, at least for a while, you will find how fun and magical it is to play with a living room lamp, or throw a silly red cap into the air; how many times, laughing, you will tap your forehead with an open palm to the rhythm of music, for your everyday nonsense and absurdities … Exhaust yourselves to bring out the joy, the will for joy that is in each of you, sweat, shout and clamor like drunken, unleashed creatures, dancing like robots in a frenzy, jump, run until you faint, give air to those mildewed, smoked lungs because Music, Rhythm, Sound are the drug, the eternal drug for man, forever and always …
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