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Alpha & Omega (Project Pitchfork, 1995)

The Rael-Wave Project Pitchfork, always unique, has become a bit boring. The lyrics are always (or more) philosophical, frontal and untreated poetic (like: "Nowadays things are scary to people, such as AIDS and hunger in the world ...") and pearls of common sense significant metaphorical ("imagine a crab dipped in boiling water: it will try to escape, imagine this same crab dipped in cold water that is boiled: he will die without moving") on a same basic recipe to sucrose as IO with some moments of the new age cocotis Delerium suspended in jam, but not as well Vit'pris market before - oops! jelly - and it bored a little, too much inequality, not enough songs that kill, but a Peter to voice more velvety texture that is bluffing on several occasions. And above all he y 'Alpha & Omega, title, and even + especially the tube that needs no introduction, Requiem.

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One Trip One Noise (Black Desire, 1997)

For a long time (before I finally gets off Aggravation & Overdrive), Treponema Pal has never been a band interesting to me that through this myopic ssssssuuuublime remix intro, aka "floating on a backdrop dub flavored Named Desire, the exquisite casting Beber "... As heady as Manu Chao (or Scorn). With a touch of Chatterton. Highly addictive and trippy, and stainless night, what to expect from any good remix that respects.

On top of that remains Fourmidable compilachion?

Except maybe the remix of Zend Avesta (and still being in the mood coffee), which does nothing worthwhile to raise the night.

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V (Saint Vitus, 1989)

This group makes me warm to the guts, but as I lean more to Candlemass hot than cold. Scott Weinrich's a little son ideal of doom, I feel. Glean in his disco stuff I was as exciting as reading (hypothetical) a bio of Francis Huster by Guillaume Musso.
same time for what I know in doom, me ... The credibility of the writer is like a pair of Nike Air Max, all the guys wanted a college one day and then when you finally wear them you realize it's not as comfortable as they say . Feet on the ground is better: I stayed at Black Sabbath, con and bounded, and since my 13 years I listened to nothing better in the genre, and I pretended hypocritical these 3 or 4 recent years to find in engineering to be near all the stuff post-post-Pentagram Witchfinder General or post-I do not know what that are supposed to resemble them in honoring them, as I often found that just friendly, but bland, and that persistent thought kept swelling in my brain very own 'ceusses who do really well with the emotion and personality are very rare and now he'll have to stop playing the fool, young man'.

What is supposed to dip into history (and this is also a historian in me - Marignan 1616 right?) And that is sure to pull a pout superdubitative all my lecteurnauts, c is there is a plethora of groups of grunge to drone who devoted much of their valuable time Decalcomania plans and grandpas in attitude fro the last thirty years, some more openly than some and more religiously than others, and that some of these some-there are some fanatics who gathered in packs commonly bigots under the banner of Doom do almost as well as the old prehistoric ancestors although rarely as well as each other (those who do not religiously- - thank you for following me). Kind on this disc, flat and hopeless as a blind old man, and soaked in a class not found not only in the pattern of cheap slippers on the shelves of a dull dark Aldi Tourcoing. A disc that sounds to my ears for granted. It seems that it is worship, too.

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Empires (VNV Nation, 1999)

The only one I really like, here it is ... Fees and ganache. Survivor of my period Absurd Minds-Neuroticfish-In Strict Confidence & Other salsify graciously offered to my ears by the samplers and Elegy D-Side ...

Foot in the period techno body music (but boring to death) early, and one foot in the soup Future pop inept Ronan serves us for over ten years. The balance between trance and pop Fabulon hammering chrome clubber beardless, among the most melancholy and sanitized the beat as sportswear. Fair flavor, once we get to collect on the sadness and disappointment Gothic unfeigned that emerge behind the words of the philosophical level of what I wrote in 5th when I fantasized my gothic band.

Ronan Harris himself, will always remain a mystery ... How an Englishman can be even more devoid of personality as a French when he sings in English? Mystery and gumdrop. Can
motion that would be a bit too, in the background.

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Trust (Low, 2002)

Low is slow. Low is boring.

Low aptly named.

Low is the gospel of tired people, the mass of nightlife, the exhausted sigh lazy. The end credits song for a romantic comedy to the tunes of turnips nerd who ended with a broken sauce "we remain friends, eh?". The timing of the great soul thin, frail, and pale, the pain-ass, those who will not lift a finger to find a soul mate and who are biting their fingers every day that God made. Low is the blues for this con pathetic you are, a little beauty faded for him, for every moment you bored on your chair with your eyes glued several minutes on each object in the room uninteresting. Thinking vaguely of a girl ... Smooth? Fade? If you want ... If it suits you ...

On this one, interspersed with some nervous twitching - ahem - and filled flush-the-mouth pieces of not so long that it's endless and yet even more "like at the time but I remember more than an hour after a beat "as Tindersticks and The Dears, there is Amazing Grace intro - sorry - LA intro. A sort of essence of the piece after, when the Sun begins to punch his face and that yours is paler than the moon.

If there was ever done about winnowing his pockets or his puffy eyes red with fatigue, can not understand this album, let alone this group. A disc of dark circles, digging for more.

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Lam'bras (Project Pitchfork, 1992)

I know about you, but I see nothing above IO. The trip Blade Runner dark electro unique eco Project Pitchoune has ever attracted as much as this gem.

Lam'bras is a little demo IO - with EBM rhythms and melodies of synth stupid always prevent any connection with major psychotic lace Skinny Puppy in my mind. PP has never been anything psychopath, unhealthy or uncomfortable: PP film, mystical and totally new wave. And here we have this fascination for naive alien strangeness and spontaneous (accidental?) And this kind of total words that are well anchored. One of the many facets of their personality.

A Lam'bras City, City of Flowers of Cyberspace, the sky is orange, grenadine into the lake, and dolphins swim there are robots programmed to defuse anti-ship mines installed by the ancient warlike peoples who once lived in these quiet places ... Some UFO cabin very retro pass over the heads of Buddhist meditation in full cyborg computer on beaches in tofu, and new age preacher Peter tries to get through some of her voice very ugly with a grimace.
It has dreams in lower definition than IO. With larger pixels.

same ...

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Stronger Than Ever (Digger, 1987)

There are some days, more and more, where I imagine the world ideal. This world would be rid of any intelligent music geek and all landmark, all this crap that we pollute the brain, be it poetry or potted plants.

There would be garage or biker.

It is the drink budweiser or dr pepper. It would

emotions and humor of Hardos. Because this is cost: a Hardos. A guy who runs it and who always goes better poet than to shake the client's garage ... A Hardos 80 years and more. Dangerous species ... It would

synthesizers time to time to express our sadness ... and beautiful solos. Or solid.

Finally ... I not know why I break my ass to dream and try to share this dream, the kit helps you enough again. The important thing in life is not the complexity in personality, love twilight stuff too for the average citizen or flirting with daffodils by rubbing the nipples of pomade in his latest album from Antony & The Johnsons . The important thing is the engine power and the mouth of the bodywork. Grave Digger (here it will be Mr. Digger short for your leadership, lil fag) never did that shit, but in 1987 it took to do good. For the only time in flashy fashion mold-mat & balls peroxidized without losing an ounce of turbomenace and pasting some weird breaks in stride, and there I want to say that all their heartbreaking series of medieval albums, next to the pure-metal journey priest who tries to surf the wave-EUROPEANJOURNAL Europe (not EU) with the discretion of Blackie Lawless in a bookstore, well it is not the slightest hesitation. It would be like

hesitate between a harley davidson all rotten and a Honda Gold Wing brand new; t'hésiterais, you? Good.

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We Sweat Blood (Danko Jones, 2003)

Rock without the 'n' roll. "Young, and con. With a leader eponymous anti-charismatic and vocally - as well as physically - very strongly dislike. But

will know why I love him well this little bike, in any case since I bought it at its output, it always means ... The cover probably does not bother with originality and caught the eye like a good Unsane. Or the chorus very con ... in fact it's just good morning of hard power pop boogie and punk bitches, made by Ricans (seems in fact they are Canadian but OSEF) unimaginative, but with a feeling of show-off rebel & head slap quite charming, vaguely wyndorfien the edges, and refreshing. Basically it scales well, this lil gadget. Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot damn, you're the woman for this man!

PS: I am completely crazy to know what value the following precedents. With this kind of group attachment, just one disc, and as my grandmother would say "when thee know that it is always the best" disco ".

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Schlaf (Calva Y Nada, 1998)

I thank them Old enough for me Gege permanently contaminated Calvados Y Nada - although I do know that especially the reputation, and Paradies - after hearing a few snippets on going to bed right in the early evening as a small Nature (must say that when you got used to sleep for a day you spend antisocial ... well I'm already at the base but it helps not); sinking in the mattress had been lulled by the melody as crevard of what seems to me he called Rascheln , resonating at the floor below. Nice shit ...

In fact, it is difficult to speak of Calva Y Nada, even if we have a serious desire is simple and so good ... their music is so obvious that it goes on words after all. Calva Y Nada
, it appears as if I say 'black pudding', 'Horst Tappert' or 'Adolf mustache'. Calva Y Nada is a cliché, solid and absurd, one of those shots and cumbersome than the country where he comes from is so transported and so suffered. Calva Y Nada

not speak it, it is lived ... It's a bit tricky as the same problem of trying to find other 80's secret training of gender as Fabbrikk Doll, Negro or Vomito BORGHESIA ... except that CYN is even more fascinating than those three (if only for English, certainly not ask to look like exotic would - make - the fellow technosatanistes 666), and their entire disco n ' is an album when you become a little bit addicted to this its ancient and forgotten, but massively haunting ...

Let's just say they are the most recent version of the already very possible Teutonic Teutonic DAF

The idea purest and pornography that could be done in a Gothic EBM.

The purest idea of what might be called "dark electro" in a logical world ... of Gothic synthesizers primitive (them, and synths) in old Volkswagen black and dirty in this world Suicide Commando, Wumpscut and others are merely a bit aggressive rednecks Subaru tunnée, Project Pitchfork environmentalists and pacifists Kangoo. And the garage Ivens & Larsen for dumps and other repairs. Better than Laibach, Die Krupps Das Ich and together, Calva Y Nada makes you dance and sweat cold cold. Calva Y Nada te ice is grotesque and bones, and this much more quickly and efficiently than ever will a Front 242, the old scientist armed with a pale complexion which thou hast confessed to having had some relationship to the dancefloor. Calva Y Nada with the dancefloor becomes tanzfleur. You're there, and you're there Well, in this nightmare as dreary and cozy one episode of Derrick. The dancers of the Nacht-klub burial are all shaven head rolls, stuffed with schnapps, but you all stick a stick horse. And you sodomize one after another. By thinking of nothing. All eyes on these walls pissing coated cobalt. In short, the foot.

melodies that are stuck in your cerebellum like the patafix, unhealthy, linear and square. A big pig song, insane, linear and square ... Ridiculous, stupid. Increasingly more scary it is ridiculous and stupid. Increasingly cumbersome ... the big big German freaking yes, symptomatic of their way (and innate) of kitsch at right angles from the age of Aryan statues and early paintings by Otto Dix, virility and menacing caricature surgery. Rammstein are finally may be the popular version of the public and all cattle ... all things considered ... Damn Germans.

I've managed to stabilize the top 5 and cast of happy days with them, without selling a kidney as I feared - because they all have at least one song that forces you to possess, as a diadem irrepressibly attracted you to him. Whether the lullaby of the disc, tube or nag disco service to its pumps. At least one piece. On it - the 6th one I still - there Leben, and it kills Leben. As soon as I see less than 20 euros, it's cooked for her apple ( nm: round fruit from the apple tree, from which an alcohol manufactures exquisite )

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Panic (Death SS, 2000)

Fans of the hilarious Paul Chain (the monosourcil doom?) know all SS Death.

There are at least 3 good reasons to be interested in Death SS, the reasons that I know that there are 10 years old when I heard of the beast for the first time, but yet hadst he had to disc i see this most attractive regions in the pages of catalogs Adipocere ungrateful ... So, I do not listen hadst, nada, and I regret even more because I liked at the time, then I am too jaded, too naive ... but who cares.

I was saying, 3 good reasons to be interested in this group with the initials of the puppet French car cult Nazi

1. They have a simple name, musty, class and weird at the same time.

2. They are Italians.

3. They are Italians.

And I see at least two other reasons for focusing on this particular album, like me when we contrebranle as his first bass (fictional) of their old cult albums even though this would be to regret in the next few months (because I sense potential in their old washers those old cheesy):

1. The pouch labeled "Satan is Gay", but you guessed it.

2. Miscegenation as an anachronism that has-been heavy traditional + modern sounds kind the poor electro synths and melodies of dork (soaring synths squeaker squeaker peanut almost worthy of the heyday of Italian prog) ... basically a beaufitude worthy of the worst heads of the NWOBHM and doom t 'coupled with the mindset bastard and pseudo-futuristic training as metal or Samael or Kovenant And Oceans, which began to open the sugar stashed behind their T-shirts demon heads, in the late 90s ... the legacy of the metallers Matrix years in Europe, a bigger moron than the alternative scene Rican, gave amazing results. We remember This mini-mode, and Death SS, has his way, but more weird old hand as the rest of the pack, participated in this patchwork now forgotten ... and VLA thee not that I shall cause to be a historian ... Finally, the title of track 3 summarizes the spirit: and save me from myself treading a phalanx to try to knit or less valid arguments + Hi-Tech Jesus.

finally, there is still a 3 ... big plump 3 ... turquoise and death in more

3: tube, called Lady Of Babylon. Evident. Clear. The opposite of my prose ... What a tube., A truth which will trap you and makes you stupid. Perfume secret Mediterranean (in the sense of Aphrodite childien-term) of a refrain in pure olive wood, coupled with a kitsch synths and crystalline vocals and dazzling diva plastic stolen most of cheesy symphonic blackeux Eternal Tears of Sorrow style (unless it is juice gothpouf H ² O style Theatre of Tragedy, in Evian year mood, seems like my double if the metaphor is not clear female singing always will be, worry) and purified by the grace of these demons Transalpine curious ... in a nutshell: the class. The gentle breeze blows the scent of daisies the Elf on the hairy torso of Hardos Latin. FRESH, FRESH, FRESH.
sublime mozzarella, compared with which the Parmigiano Reggiano is that the rest seems too dry mouth at first, then with a few plays we appreciate cheesy flavor to death and the relative strangeness, because eventually even with all Boat plans (gnagnagna), these riffs heard a thousand times (blah), these indigestible lumps of King Diamond, it comes to sing the chorus in the shower, thinking that it's still enough "specs" in the background, because rital it may be ... This could be Scandinavian, but too many elements t'indiquent not ... even if more than riffu claws in the background ... I say it is crap, there is no relation between sentences ... Finally, chacha just that it's fresh, it's ugly, and it is graceful in his disgrace, and it has-been, and he must listen.

Not a killing, but cool enough for an album that I feel the mood to talk to you, my little goats lecherous worshiped.

A fucking washers, even!

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Streetcleaner (Godflesh, 1989)

this last night, or rather the last day (in short the last time I slept) I had a dream dark gray. I remember it was dark gray, but the details, huh ... is always a bit like when you tell your dreams to others, in addition to being gay, it turns meublage pathological liar in order, we start to invent things that were there all this point to play the original and make style I have a personality you saw, like me when I dream it's strange, the twisted, the unhealthy.

All I know is that this dream had nothing complicated. It was as simple as a dark gray sky, and the street below. It was a morning drizzle of Birmingham ... as if I was already gone. I was lost in one of its streets, walking right up against walls. I was hurt belly ... and people ... I know too if y 'had, but it's not the most important.

There was this perfidious whistle that kept chasing me. MTK initial

seriously what I have not listened hard for a lease, I suddenly emerged, and it's raining, and I'm a cranky the past few days. I have to bide heartburn ... People make me tired. All.
You know where these things can lead a man by fragile these days ... be killed. Or kill. As I am not very suicide is seen everything ...
I have them in a corner of the room, without needing chasing. And I knock it to die. As is done with rats when they bother ...

In life, everything is logical, and everything is simple. Life is gray, is deaf, it hits you like a deaf man, and it yells at you to make you even more haggard and dull. As Godflesh.