My Cat Started Peeing Everywhere

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!