Troubled Horse
Step Inside

Between Italian prog, singer-songwriters, and dramatic comic-style films, this site is really going soft.
Once, between a metal review and a 70s police film, you just had to open the "home" page, and you'd start growing five centimeters of beard. There are those who, before discovering the site, didn't even have hair down there. Now they have an Amazon forest growing from the base of their neck reaching down to their ankles.
It was a tough site, one of those where, damn it, you had to slam your fists on the keyboard to get an attention-grabbing comment in. Not anymore, now after over a year of prissy prog rock, you've turned it into a love fest, all music is beautiful, and if you listen to 90s punk you're a real hard & heavy cool dude (losers).

The person who years ago built the community is now walking around with an avatar of a Trappist beer with a Bitches Brew label. Which is like moving from caponata to Nestlé's macrobiotic rice cakes.

It's all your fault, you progsters of mine, and yours too, post-punkers, that if you saw the 90s, just the thought of mentioning punk would scare you, holy moly!
It's your fault, but looking closely, also everyone else's. If you're silent when an album like Step Inside comes out, you have some responsibility. "So that evil men hold the fate of the planet in their hands, it is sufficient that good men do nothing," someone said. Not that I'm interested in passing for a good person, but I like the idea of having the possibility of making some chest hair sprout on listening kids, so let's bring out the last rock mold recovered by Lee Dorian (quite a few years ago), who in 2012 releases through his praised Rise Above this revival bomb that could be described in many ways: genuine band, full of blood, plays with the passion of mud and LSD, head in the past, sound in the present, gets the girls shaking their hips and the long-haired boys nodding... And then you could say a lot more and pass it all as a review. Maybe even a nice track by track and get it over with, making everyone happy (losers).

But the truth is you can encapsulate it all in one word: "Örebro". And whoever gets it here has already stopped reading and is downloading it while you keep reading because, my dear friends, Örebro is a certainty. And if for you Örebro means nothing, it’s time you drop your 90s revival, all made of Seattle Seattle and Seattle, and start informing yourself about what happened on earth in your continent during a period when you were there, alert and attentive. But maybe your attention was elsewhere, you looked back because how easy is it to boast with the myths of the past? Goodness me (as white super mario would say).

How foolish is it instead to miss out on the delight they produce under your nose? How hard is it to say: "the ELP were great?" Not hard. How original is it to say that? Less than not hard. How useful is it to say that? It isn't.
It's not hard to say that T.H. plays rock with a bang, it's not original nor helpful for those who speak of it. But it's useful for those who listen, damn it if it's useful. Here, listen and be ashamed: it's been out for more than two years, you're always asleep, and you've been listening to music for pansies for way too long. And remember: "Örebro". Repeat it to yourself like a mantra until you have hair around your nipples and sweat streams under your balls, pale milk-like progsters.