Tuxedomoon
no tears

Hello strange world, we are Tuxedomoon.

Scared of the Residents? Well, now let's see how you'll accept us.

Four songs and a few minutes to judge this detrimental name. "New Machine" promptly wraps the cultured and visionary potion explained so far by the greats. The difference is that there’s no need for twenty-minute suites and imaginative titles.

A few chords, the right frequencies, giving space to the most "in" instruments of the period, and the shock is served.

"Litebulb Overkill" is dedicated to showing the presence of a cultured foundation, not just teased hair and failed guitarists turned guitarists. The jigs and plucked strings from the Third Ear Band (a band loved by the beloved scene) are surprisingly merged by the "new wave," a tide so swollen that it churns out imposing masterpieces.

After the abstraction of "Nite And Day," a disenchanted Sunday outing in space with spacecraft and happy children, we land on the testament of "No Tears."

It’s already history. Immediately a slogan, an anthem, like a warning. No tears, life is hard but intense.

Dances opened by the drum kit hits and the saturated guitar riff. The bass is there, don't worry, but what astonishes is especially the sax! Oh God, what piercing screams from that sax! The attack of a malignant flow on a lunar landscape. Square structure that admits no variations, tight all the way through without hesitation.

Wall of sound and theatrical screams. Shakespeare at a rave.