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...of which the following extract is, bar none, my favourite moment in music-reviewing and a genuinely moving piece of poetry:
"an unwanted noise but which is the sign that all is about to rock, a battery which is interfered, which is acclaimed, the step of race, the escape ahead, the insane race, éperdue, the heart which is beating wildly not to break completely, a pouring rain which falls us above, as much outside than inside, one would like to shout, one cannot, so much the tears, the anguish and a despair dense and whirling involves us towards the depths, to go in simple tee-shirt, stupefied under the hot rains of one storm at mid-July, in the middle of the flashes, `to regret everything, everything, everything, everything, I regret everything, everything, everything, everything, everything,…'"
Another brilliant example is a French review of Hood's next album, 'The Cycle Of Days And Seasons'.
http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=fr&u=http://www.fluctuat.net/musique/paris99/bacs/rock/hood.htm&sa=X&oi=translate&resnum=4&ct=result&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dhood%2B%2522cycle%2Bof%2Bdays%2Band%2Bseasons%2522%26start%3D30%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN
...whilst the following extract manages to be both utterly beautiful and a little dirty:
"Each listening gives desire for being damaged forever or for putting at research the few individual ones which we miss, flown away like sheets of autumn in ungrateful vats, before going spade-to screw, with woman and children, one Saturday of sun in the middle of this wood."
Right, that's me done, now it's time for the rest of you to use the web-translators of your choice in a quest to find awesome little bits of damaged English (within a musical context, of course)!
― to scour or to pop? (Haberdager), Friday, 19 January 2007 21:12 (nineteen years ago)
― cutty (mcutt), Friday, 19 January 2007 21:19 (nineteen years ago)
― Soukesian (Soukesian), Friday, 19 January 2007 21:23 (nineteen years ago)
― Nathalie (stevie nixed), Friday, 19 January 2007 21:26 (nineteen years ago)
― jimn (jimnaseum), Friday, 19 January 2007 21:32 (nineteen years ago)
― jodawo (jodawo), Saturday, 20 January 2007 01:15 (nineteen years ago)
― critique de la vie quotidienne (modestmickey), Saturday, 20 January 2007 01:53 (nineteen years ago)
― Deric W. Haircare (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 20 January 2007 05:35 (nineteen years ago)
What originally read: "Menomena don't even give you time to doubt them. Their signature modular pop is at its most effective on opener "Muscle'n Flo". Crashing drums lead you in, dropping out after just seconds in favor of a pulsating bassline and the prosodically delivered line, "In the morning I stumble towards the mirror." From this sparse beginning, the music blossoms with brimming intricacy, adding slashing guitar as the drums kick back in with a vengeance. The song is a total rollercoaster, eventually collapsing into a quiet interlude that sets up a brilliant moment where an organ figure that had been a barely noticeable background component suddenly rises to the fore and leads into a beautiful, floating passage of impassioned vocal harmonies. And that's just one of dozens of ingenious, spine-tingling details offered on the album."
Now reads: "Menomena does not give the time when it does not doubt that. Modular explosion of the company Muscle'n Flo “the „which is opened is more effective to the relative. scontrantesi those of tamburi lead medium those, after 2nd for the 1 the empty, line and prosodically where the heartbeat is exactly low stolpere of the „of morning fall to the catchwater mirror which is given. “One part of the rear section of the vengeance of the point while tamburi this beginning being last is total of the coaster of song and connection being calm, sinks the intermediate game, but the front part and without warning to the increase of the beautiful cable, it adds and it can bloom the music whose impigliamento which flows is scanty, when Guitarre is bright from, you install many, the example of the organ, being she, it cuts most recognition possible members at the place and when the road whose priority of the front is low and it urges with the rear of muoventesi of voice harmony. And that is one of the many cunning points straightly, diformicolii, that those are offer of the album."
― ramon fernandez (ramon fernandez), Saturday, 20 January 2007 07:23 (nineteen years ago)
― Dan Gr (certain), Saturday, 20 January 2007 16:44 (nineteen years ago)
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=41288485&blogID=133915770
nothing further than its original sound, that is the one that listen when I arrange me to put the cd in the reproductive one.
after this, the theme two Music Now, slower but equal of deadly.
although in general all the disk is quite round.
― StanM (StanM), Saturday, 20 January 2007 16:51 (nineteen years ago)
― StanM (StanM), Saturday, 20 January 2007 16:52 (nineteen years ago)
original:The Best of Charlie Rich
Rich's jazzy chops and heartfelt polish transform Nashville's best chicken fat into high-quality mainstream pop--Arkansas's answer to Nat Cole. Cole was better at it, but I prefer Rich's homely subject matter and rock and roll roots. Complaint: this includes four cuts from Fabulous but neither of the blues.
...to French and back...
The gaudy rich axe blows and the sincere polish transform the better fatty one of chicken of Nashville in the dry noise of principal current of high quality -- the arkansas response to the Crucifère of Nat. The crucifère was it better in, but I prefer the subject and the roots of rock and roll Rich ugly. The complaint: this includes four cuts of Fabulous one but or blues.
or..xgau on Neil Young
Better carpentered than Time Fades Away and less cranky than On the Beach, it extends their basic weirdness into a howling facedown with heroin and death itself. It's far from metal machine music--just simple, powerful rock and roll.
...to German, to French, back to English
Better carpentered than the Time Disappears and loosened less than On the Coast, it increases their basic strangeness in the scream face in under with the heroin and the death directly. This is the music far of in metal of the machine - only a simple and powerful boulder-and-the roll.
― smat (habiyadoin), Sunday, 21 January 2007 10:22 (nineteen years ago)
― ramon fernandez (ramon fernandez), Sunday, 21 January 2007 10:34 (nineteen years ago)
― Hoosteen (Hoosteen), Sunday, 21 January 2007 14:25 (nineteen years ago)
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"Servant boys and Girls"
― the wanker of the ground (Haberdager), Wednesday, 24 January 2007 05:08 (nineteen years ago)
let's do this again
sorry to bump one of my own but i'm struggling for ideas
― Just got offed, Sunday, 1 June 2008 20:03 (seventeen years ago)
You know you don't have to post, don't you?
― If Timi Yuro would be still alive, most other singers could shut up, Monday, 2 June 2008 00:10 (seventeen years ago)
Yes, but you now have to leave this thread alone before you start coming across like a spoilsport grump. Live and let live buddy.
― Just got offed, Monday, 2 June 2008 00:22 (seventeen years ago)
"The disk opens with 'Pilgrims'. Only composition of the composed disk jointly with David JACKSON, that treats an internal search desiring to be positive, since HAMMILL known as the "Prophet of the Chaos", here comes with a sign of optimism by the world to seek the end of the peregrinaje human and thus to reach the home longed for. With a conclusion exaggerates of the saxophone, VDGG us compueba once more the great to be able that handles in its music. 'Still Life' proposes an a lot more complex theme. The marriage and its "still Life". "I have hidden behind the words…" is the central theme. In 'The Rossa' we have the perfect boss for a love song in love. Letrísticamente perfect and extremely complicated. Also the influence can listen clearly in the end that HAMMILL inherited to the Punk kind. 'My Room' is the depressive point of the disk. A beautiful jazz carried with a very strange compass. You exceed him the saxophone and treats the theme of the solitude and the abandonment. Typical of HAMMILL. Finally, the disk closes with a piece of 12 minutes with 25 called seconds 'Childlike Faith In Childhood' s End'. It has so many changes that am not sure in describing what humor characterizes him. A deep reflection on the origin and the destiny of the man. Chaotic, aceleradísima, and in my opinion, a masterpiece of futurism."
― Noodle Vague, Monday, 2 June 2008 00:33 (seventeen years ago)
Typical of HAMMILL.
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 2 June 2008 00:34 (seventeen years ago)
It has so many changes that am not sure in describing what humor characterizes him.
― Noodle Vague, Monday, 2 June 2008 00:35 (seventeen years ago)
z.
― If Timi Yuro would be still alive, most other singers could shut up, Monday, 2 June 2008 04:57 (seventeen years ago)