Já andas a fazer das tuas, já...

"O ex-Queens of the Stone Age Nick Oliveri agrediu um engenheiro de som durante um concerto dos Mondo Generator, um dos seus projectos paralelos. A XFM online noticiou que o músico foi depois convidado a abandonar o autocarro da tour quando a banda estava na Alemanha.
O incidente ocorreu durante um espectáculo dos Generator quando, segundo consta, Oliveri não gostou do som. O músico saltou então do palco e correu em direcção à mesa. Depois de uma acesa discussão, o ex-QOTSA acabou por partir o nariz e os dentes do responsável pelo som.
Numa mensagem deixada no site oficial dos Generator, Nick lamenta o cancelamento de um espectáculo em Itália, algo que nunca tinha acontecido na sua carreira de 16 anos, e promete recompensar os fãs italianos". (fonte: cotonete)


Vê lá se não te prendem antes de vires a Paredes de Coura, ok? ;)

Novidades ousadas:

"Twilight Singers Reveal Details of Covers Album

Erstwhile Afghan Whigs frontman Greg Dulli has, after more than a year's gestation, finally released details of his Twilight Singers' forthcoming covers record, She Loves You. The album, which is curiously lacking the titular Beatles track (perhaps due to its close association with the Whigs' 1965 tour setlists), will be released on August 24th via One Little Indian Records. As previously reported, the record will see the work of artists such as Björk, Fleetwood Mac, Mary J. Blige, John Coltrane, and Marvin Gaye filtered through Greg Dulli's own black lungs. Additionally, the record features contributions from ex-Screaming Tree Mark Lanegan, former Prince collaborator Patricia "Apollonia" Kotero, and Cypress Hill DJ Muggs. And since we all know that imitation is the sincerest form of ass-rocking, you should really take a look at this tracklist:

01 Feeling of Gaze (Hope Sandoval)
02 Too Tough To Die (Martina Topley-Bird)
03 Hyperballad (Björk)
04 Strange Fruit (Billie Holiday)
05 What Makes You Think You're The One (Fleetwood Mac)
06 Real Love (Mary J. Blige)
07 Hard Time Killin Floor (Skip James)
08 A Love Supreme (John Coltrane)
09 Please Stay (Once You Go Away) (Marvin Gaye)
10 Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair (Traditional)
11 Summertime (George Gershwin)

In other Dulli news, his work with Lanegan on side project The Gutter Twins is on indefinite hiatus. However, in somewhat unexpected but really fucking cool news, Dulli told Pitchfork he's already at work on the next Twilight Singers record, which he describes as "the most ambitious recording" the band has attempted. Dulli says that the recording is advancing smoothly: "[Drummer] Bobby Macintyre and I are cutting almost everything in my little Mansion on the hill and we haven't hit each other once. We have given ourselves a deadline of December 1st to complete this recording and I'm already plotting the artwork."

The Twilight Singers are also playing a fun-sized tour of Europe in August. An October schlep across the Northern U.S. is reportedly set to follow, but... well, you know how these things go. For now:

08-18 London, England - Scala
08-19 Leicester, England - Charlotte
08-20 Belgium, Netherlands - Pukkelpop
08-21 Utrecht, Germany - Tivoli
08-22 Hamburg, Germany - Motolov" (fonte: Pitchfork)

A menina das cerejas já referiu esta música e esta lindíssima letra...

A ouvir: In Love With a View, Mojave 3

I had a plan
That was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters
At home with your sisters
the romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall
So happy to fall

I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
that´s how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear

So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I´m a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren´t impressed

You said why are we here
Your motives are clear
In this room with a view
and so much of you
is so far from here
it's so far from here
it's so far from here
it's so far from here

Oh my heart
It just fell apart
And i wished I could show you
The same view
of you by the window and me
feeling fine
And me just feeling fine
Yeah me just feeling fine

O Hang The Dj disponibiliza mais uns docinhos da passagem dos Grandes Liars pelo Festival SBSR.


Foto: O puto da objectiva

A ouvir aqui! (Obrigada, Ana! És a Maior!!! :D)

Broken Witch

I NO LONGER WANT TO BE A MAN.
I WANT TO BE A HORSE.
MEN HAVE SMALL THOUGHTS.
I NEED A TAIL.
GIVE ME A TAIL.
TELL ME A TALE
OF THE CHILDREN THAT STOOD IN THE WAY
OF THE ENDLESS WINTER
OF THE WHITE WITCH WHO'S LONGING TO CRIPPLE IMPALE
I, I AM THE BOY.
SHE, SHE IS THE GIRL.
HE HE IS THE BEAR.
WE WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF BLOOD
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

I, I am the boy.
She, she is the girl.
He, he is the bear.

We, we, we want to be
Him(I), we(I), we(I) want to be a horse.

I, I AM THE BOY
SHE, SHE IS THE GIRL.
HE, HE IS THE BEAR.
AND WE, WE WE ARE THE ARMY
YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF BLOOD
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD

Wanna be a horse
I I I
Wanna be a horse
I I I
Wanna be a horse
I I I
I I I
I I I
I I I
I I I
I
I
I
I, I AM THE BOY.
SHE, SHE IS THE GIRL.
HE, HE, HE IS THE BEAR
WE, WE, WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
WE ARE THE ARMY YOU SEE THROUGH THE RED HAZE OF
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
blood blood blood blood
blood

alojaste-te devagar num canto da minha mente
e aí lideras revoluções diárias
inconsciente do teu poder
ignorante da tua importância

és membro, orgão
és pedaço de mim
sim
és pedaço de nada

e és poema morto à nascença
e és música sempre a tocar
e és alma que se enche com o teu riso

nada
és nada
sempre
um nada belo e distante
um nada doce e sereno
um nada tão meu

um nada tão só
....

Ao som de Iron and Wine, lindíssima cover de Such Great Heights dos The Postal Service

[gentilmente cedido pela Estrela Vertiginosa]

A Americana está boa de saúde e recomenda-se!!

A ouvir:

James Talley: "I Saw the Buildings", The Websters and Scott Nygaard: "Ten Thousand Miles", Sam Phillips: "Reflecting Light", Jim White: "Static on the Radio"

Static on The Radio, Jim White + Aimee Mann

3 A.M. I'm awakened by a sweet summer rain distant howling of a passing southbound coal train. Was I dreaming or was there someone just lying here beside me in this bed? Am I hearing things? Or in the next room, did a long forgotten music box just start playing? And I know ¾ it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead. And I know ¾ it's a crime to weave your wishes into what they said. And I know only fools venture where them spirits tread. Cause I know ¾ every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head. Is just static on the radio. Everything I think I know is just static on the radio. Midnight rendezvous with a pretty girl, wearing a torn and tear-stained gown. Like a ghost ship she appeared from nowhere on a lonely highway and flagged me down. I gave her a lift downtown to the Greyhound station and in the flicker of the neon lights, she kissed me goodbye, and in the mirror of her eyes I saw my own reflection. And I know ¾ the blind will sometimes lead the blind. And I know ¾ through shadow lands and troubled times. And I know ¾ forsaking love, we seek the signs. And I know ¾ of truths forever hid behind. The static on the radio. Everything I think I know is just static on the radio. Now there's a church house about a stone's throw down from this place where I been staying. It's Sunday morning, and I'm sittin' in my truck listening to my neighbor sing. Ten years ago I might have joined in, but don't time change those inclined to think less of what is written than what's wrote between the lines? 'Cause I know ¾ dreams are for those who are asleep in bed. And I know ¾ it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead. 'Cause I know ¾ for all my ruminations I can't change a thing. Still I hope ¾ there's others out there who are listening. To the static on the radio. Everything I think I know is just static on the radio. Ain't praying for miracles, I'm just down on my knees. Listening for the song behind everything I think I know. Everything I think I know is just static on the radio. Everything I think I know is just static on the radio.

Baby I'm Bored de Evan Dando

A ouvir uma das grandes músicas deste excelente álbum:

Hard Drive (live)


Picture: Philip Greenspun

Mais novidades do Mestre:

"Jack White esteve em estúdio com Beck, a gravar a sua participação no novo álbum do autor de Odelay. Beck continua assim a preparar o sucessor de Sea Change de 2002, em Los Angeles, juntamente com os Dust Brothers e Tony Hoffer, que estão encarregues da produção.
A informação da colaboração entre White e Beck foi divulgada pela MTV. A Music Television adiantou depois que a canção criada pelos dois não está ainda completa, e continua sem título.
'Guero', 'E-Pro', 'Scarecrow' e 'Chain Reaction' são alguns dos títulos provisórios das canções que estão a ser preparadas por Beck para o seu novo álbum". (fonte: cotonete) [cf. tmbm aqui]

Não é admiração nenhuma pois é certo e sabido que são amigos de longa data :D



Waiting...

À espera de Paredes de Coura:


Here Comes That Weird Chill (2003) - EP, Mark Lanegan

A ouvir: Sleep With Me

Mmmmhmmm
Ohhh
Mmmmm
Mmmmm

Heavy head and harbor mind
Red sun claws at my blood shot eye
The faithful are scattered
They're running away
Along for the ride with all of my shame
Now I need someone
Ohh, sleep with me

Sleep with me
A dark night's coming, won't you
Sleep with me

These feral girls will suit me more than
Gloss from drug store magazines
The werewolf teeth flicker and gleam
You're someone who saw
The same way I see at
The turn of a century

Skip thin dimes on sheets of ice
I got my eyes on you
Uh
You got your eyes on me

The angels are scattered
Swearin' to God
The albatross dives
And the firing squad
And I need someone
Awww, sleep with me

Sleep with me
Dark night fallin', come on
Sleep with me

Heavy head on asphalt line
Gift horse pissed in my blood shot eye
Dead dream on beyond stair
The ambulance crawls
The siren I hear
It'll find me anywhere

The faithful have scattered
Runnin' away
Along for the ride
With all of my shame
Cuz I need someone

Oh
You're lookin at me
I got my eyes on you
Mmmhmm
The world
Is fallin' away
Mmmhmm

It's a dark night

Ok Ok....

Ainda não foi desta que percebeste que sou a mulher da tua vida, Damon :'(

E esta música dos Grandes Magnetic Fields assenta-me como uma luva...

A ouvir: I Looked All Over Town

I wandered in these big blue shoes,
till we had nothing left to lose.
Nobody wants you when you're a circus clown.
I should know.
I looked all over town.

I guess folks just don't like my face.
They make out like I'm some disgrace.
But nothing's gonna change this painted frown.
And I know.
I looked all over town.

Maybe somewhere I could be free.
Somewhere they won't throw rocks at me.
Somewhere this crazy hair could be my crown.
But all my life,
I've looked all over town.

So whistling this circus tune,
I inflated one more balloon.
And as I floated up I looked straight down.
And I looked all over town.

One last time.
I looked all over town.

Este homem é que era uma bela prenda de aniversário... :D

This Is Where I Belong..., Ray Davies + Various:

A ouvir: Waterloo Sunset (com o querido Damon Albarn)

Músicas Especiais XIV

São muitas as músicas dos Blur que adoro...

talvez por ter a discografia toda seja tão difícil escolher...
No entanto, esta destaca-se por vários motivos....

A ouvir: This is a Low

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

[Chorus]
THIS IS A LOW
BUT IT WON'T HURT YOU
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU
FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO

On the Tyne forth and Cramity
There's a low in the high forties
And Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red
And the Queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
And the radio says

[Chorus x 3]

E a música de hoje é esta...

ok... agora a sério. A música de hoje é esta

...

A verdade é que a música de hoje é um dos meus hinos...

Músicas Especiais XIII

The Golden Age, Beck

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don't even try

It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There's distant lights
But here they're far and few
And the sun don't shine
Even when its day
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you're ok

These days I barely get by
I don't even try

...

Snif... eu queria vê-los... mas não vai dar... snif...


Spiritualized

A ouvir: She Kissed Me (It Felt Like a Hit)

Hold on

Mais: aqui...

snif...

E porque está de facto a Nice Weather For Ducks:



A ver

(os muito alucinados Lemon Jelly):D

Picture: 3L337.org

Why did you come at all
if it wasn't for me?

Sudden Rush, Erlend Øye

Repetition baby there's no escape from me here
Run run baby
Try and run from me here

De novo...


Noise, os excelentes Archive.

A ouvir aqui [no fim da página ;)]

Destaque: Waste...

De novo, agora e sempre:


Ainda perdidamente apaixonada por este senhor e por este álbum...


Virginia Creeper, Grant Lee Phillips

A ouvir: Far End Of The Night

Buddy some Topeka night
When its just you and the road
Seen no taillights there for miles
And nothing' much but static on the radio

Wasn't lookin' to the left
Wasn't lookin' to the right
Just kept walking' like Virginia to the surf
Towards the far end of the night

Time hangs like a noose Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly

Heard my own beloved cry
I heard my one beloved moan
What's the use in all the ache we must endure
I had no good reason why

Time hangs like a noose
Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly

Not a rail to grasp ahold
Nor a savior there beside
Juan kept a walkin' like Virginia to the surf
Towards the far end of the night

Time hangs like a noose
Before me
Time stills to a crawl
Grinds so slowly
And time hangs like a noose
Around me

Já falei deste senhor há uns meses atrás mas a ele regresso pois é um excelente songwriter:

John Vanderslice


Cellar Door (2004)

A ouvir: They Won't Let me Run

Pale Horse

De regresso aos Vue:


Down for Whatever

A ouvir: Do You Ever

quero ser momento feliz
na tua memória
a gargalhada que te faz cócegas
que te abre o sorriso bonito
esse sorriso que me faz sorrir
também
quero ser a brisa nos dias quentes
o conforto junto do luar
a melodia que invade a tua alma e te
faz chorar
lágrimas agradecidas
quero ser âncora
quando te fartares de rodopiar
nesse mar vazio

Começando o dia com a pica toda:

That Great Love Sound, The Raveonettes

[link "roubado" ao Ginger ;)]

Changing your strut when you know I'm behind you
Changing your ways cause you don't know what to do
I only wanna tell
How I feel inside
If only you could listen
Try to change your mind

So I walk right up to you
And you walk all over me
And I ask you what you want
And you tell me what you need
Can't you feel it all come down
Can't you hear it all around
At the place where lost is found
That great love sound

Talking to you makes me wanna shake and shout
touching you makes me wanna come right out
You could never want me
The same way I want you
I'm love tornado struck
I don't know what to do

So I walk right up to you
And you walk all over me
And I ask you what you want
And you tell me what you need
Can't you feel it all come down
Can't you hear it all around
At the place where lost is found
That great love sound

E Paredes de Coura continua a marcar pontos!

A juntar a Mark Lanegan, outro Grande senhor recentemente saído das fileiras dos QOTSA: Nick Oliveri!



Sim, os Mondo Generator estão confirmados!

A ouvir: So High, So Low

You know, I'll call
I won't just knock
I'd never make you chop
I'll crush the rock
I'll get the door
Oh, after you
When things are breaking up
I'll be the glue
Give me a hit
One or two
I swear at god
I'll never ever hit you
I've been so high
I've been so low
I'm coming down
I feel so low
I tried all night
I didn't cum at all
I wish you'd die
I'll make you cry
I'll pay you back
I'm just that kind of guy
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I've been so high
I've been so low
I'm coming down
Down on you
Take it over, take it over
Yes, it's true
Burning, burning, burning
Burning apart
I'll crush your heart
It's over, it's over with you
I've been so high
I've been so low
Went from the top
Straight to the bottom
You'll get so full
Smoke em if you got em
I'll make you sick
This much I know
On to the next one
I told you so
You know I told you so

Bloody Hammer - Live Video

Trip on the seam, dance with the devil, and make sure to heed the call of this seductive voice of evil that is Mondo Generator.

Conheço pouco esta banda mas aquilo que ouvi até agora agrada-me bastante

The Walkmen, banda de Nova Iorque, claro está...

We've Been Had (2001)

Do mais recente Bows and Arrows (Fevereiro 2004), o excelente The Rat 1º single (vídeo):

The Rat === Asseguro que vale a pena "clicarem"!!!

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I know we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm calling out your name?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
Can't you hear me, I'm bleeding on the wall?
Can't you see me, I'm pounding on your door?

Can't you hear me when I'm calling out your name?

When I used to go out, I would know everyone that I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

When I used to go out I'd know everyone I saw
Now I go out alone if I go out at all

You've got a nerve to be asking a favor
You've got a nerve to be calling my number
I'm sure we've been through this before
Can't you hear me, I'm beating on your wall?
Cant you see me, I'm pounding on your door?

O genial Stephin Merritt e os seus The Magnetic Fields vão regressar a Portugal dia 20 de Outubro! Aula Magna! :)

GRANDE NOTÍCIA:

Cool MF e seus companheiros, os fabulosos Blues Explosion em Paredes de Coura!!!

"A Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, que agora prefere ser conhecida apenas por Blues Explosion, actua no festival de Paredes de Coura, no próximo dia 17 de Agosto.

A informação é disponibilizada pelo site do evento, que decorre no Minho, de 16 a 20 de Agosto. Na página do festival, é também possível conhecer a totalidade das bandas confirmadas, até ao momento, para o Palco Optimus.

Naturais dos EUA, Jon Spencer e sus muchachos lançam, a 21 de Setembro, um novo álbum de originais, intitulado "Damage". O trabalho sucede a "Plastic Fang", de 2002". (cotonete)



Lindo!!!

A ouvir: Attack

Este Senhor em Paredes de Coura a 18 de Agosto:



Novo álbum Bubblegum sai dia 2 de Agosto.


Um dos temas, já com vídeo:

Sideways In Reverse

Bang Bang Bang let me shoot you all over
going down
going down
give me your love

Finalmente novidades:



"O novo álbum de Beck deve chegar às lojas no Outono, noticiou o NME.com. O disco vai contar com a produção de Tony Hoffer e dos Dust Brothers. O sucessor de Sea Change foi gravado em Los Angeles, e está actualmente a ser misturado. 'Guero', 'E-Pro', e 'Chain Reaction' são três dos títulos provisórios de canções que devem surgir no alinhamento". (fonte: cotonete) :D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Se for confirmado......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

À espera roendo as unhas...

A ver: First of the Gang to Die

OH YEAH!!!

São muitas as músicas e muitos os anos de carreira destes Magos do universo alternativo:



Live Roskilde 93:

Drunken Butterfly

Self-Obsessed and Sexxee

Theresa's Sound World

Este ano voltaram a brindar-nos com um excelente álbum:

Sonic Nurse

A ouvir aqui

Fui aos Pedaços de Ontem recuperar esta música:

Dying to Be Social, The Singing Mechanic



Excelente!

Ouvidos no The-napkin dot org, eis Los Abandoned:

"Los Abandoned are leading the new wave of pomo, post-punk, Latino LA. Summoning the mighty
ghosts of Los Prisioneros, Romeo Void, and Selena all in the same breath,
they do an electric, art-school mash-up of SoCal and Chile, English and Spanish.
Tiny Tim beware: they have a ukulele and aren't afraid to use it." -Josh Kun, columnist, SF Bay Guardian/Boston Phoenix

A ouvir: (I Didn't Mean To) Stalk U

Me Quieren En Chile

Não me surpreenderam...

Começo o dia a ouvir esta Grande banda:



Willard Grant Conspiracy (entrevista - 14 mn)


Regard the End

A ouvir:
River in the pines

Beyond the Shore

Boa notícia:

Consegui arranjar lugar para descansar os ossos em Paredes de Coura. Bem... não é bem em Paredes mas ao que parece é perto... whatever... desde que dê para ir até ao Festival, tudo bem...

nem é bem cansaço o que sinto...
é um vazio na alma, muito forte e indescritível...
apetecia-me ir ver o pôr-do-sol à beira-mar... uma ideia parva, talvez...
sinto-me ausente, não estou cá...
estou só a encher tempo...
estou só a fazer de conta...

de novo... sempre...

Carry Me Ohio, Sun Kil Moon

Kill The Moonlight Soundtrack

A ouvir: Leave me on The Moon

Mais uma do Mestre saída do baú ! :D

Esta GRANDE senhora regressa hoje ao nosso país:

Miss PJ Harvey esta noite em Vilar de Mouros.

A ouvir: The Whores Hustle And The Hustlers Whore
(do álbum Stories from the city Stories from the sea)

E também uma das músicas mais interessantes do novo álbum Uh Huh Her: Who the Fuck? (vídeo)

Who the fuck
Do you think you are
Get out
Of my hair

who the fuck
do you think you are
Comin' round
here

Who the fuck?
Who the fuck?
Who the fuck
Do you think you are
Get your comb
Out of there
Coming out
My hair

I'm not like other girls
You can't straighten my curls
I'm not like other girls
You can't straighten my curls

Who the fuck
You tryin' to be?
Get your dog
Away from me!

What the fuck
You doing in there
Get your dirty fingers
Outta my hair!

Who?
Who?
Who?
Who?

Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
You

I'm free
You'll see
I'm me
You'll see

Who?

E hoje fui ouvir estes amigos:

If We Cant Trust The Doctors... dos Blanche

A ideia de que era um álbum a ouvir com atenção devido às músicas divulgadas no programa do costume AKA indie não saiu frustrada. Mais um para a lista das futuras aquisições!

Listening: Superstition

Estes senhores são a BOMBA:

Vue (2000)
Obrigatório!

A ouvir: Girl

Ah

Oh girl, turn me on.
Oh girl, oh turn me on.
You know what to do.
Oh girl, touch me soft.
Oh, girl.
Oh touch me girl, oh touch me girl, oh touch...touch me girl.
Oh, girl. Oh, girl. Oh, girl.
Oh girl, touch me soft.
Oh girl, you know what to do.
Oh girl (touch me soft).
Oh girl, oh girl. Oh girl. Oh touch me, girl.
Oh you wanna touch me girl...
Oh wanna touch me. Touch me girl.
Oh you really wanna touch me girl.
Girl, touch me girl. Touch me girl.
Oh girl, oh girl. . .

Spoken: that's good.

---É o calor! :D---

De novo no maravilhoso mundo de Stephen Malkmus e dos saudosos Pavement:

Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (1994)

A ouvir:   Gold Soundz

Youth & Young Manhood, o álbum de estreia de uma banda muito interessante os Kings of Leon.


Wasted Time (uma grande, grande música)

It's your life
Don't you let em tell you when to bat your eyes
You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice
Makes no difference if you're right or wrong
Take that ride
But I want your little sister by your side
Maybe little later we can all collide
Do our livin' like a rollin' stone
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted

Chorus:
Innocent smile
Runnin' free
Baby's gonna give it like it used to be

Show your face
Livin' in the shadows like you got no name
Enough to make a little girly go insane
Be my guest to let it out tonight
It's ok
I know all about the little games you play
Shakin' your apple right in my face
Only when you know that I'm beggin' fort a bite
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted

Repeat Chorus x2

So won't you show your face (show your face)
Your little apple shake (show your face)
I know the love you gave (show your face)
I know the love you take (show your face)

Repeat Chorus
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted time
Time on me is wasted

Vilar de Mouros começa hoje!
 
E os cabeças de cartaz desta noite são os Chemical Brothers, banda que me agrada bastante :D
 
Por isso, aqui fica uma das grandes músicas do excelente Surrender: 
   

Hey Boy Hey Girl 

Situações caricatas
 
Conhecem aqueles ecrãs que colocaram no metro?...  Anúncios,  anúncios, anúncios... Mas desta vez, alternando com imagens de desportos radicais, apareceu o seguinte:  Mudanças no Governo e a foto de Durão Barroso e do seu substituto Santana Lopes...
 
À saída de uma estação de comboios, estavam homens armados de mini-picaretas retirando do muro da estação a frase "25 de Abril Sempre!"

Não sei porquê mas achei estranho...

o amor é uma invenção dos poetas

Músicas Especiais XII

É uma das mais belas canções de amor que ouvi nos últimos tempos. Ouvi-a pela primeira vez no dia 18 de Dezembro de 2003 no Indiegente e recordo-me que fiquei absolutamente hipnotizada por aqueles 7 minutos e 55 segundos de Paraíso. Refiro-me, de novo (cf. dia 28/3), à lindíssima Transatlanticism dos Death Cab for Cutie.

The Atlantic was born today and I'll tell you how
The clouds above opened up and let it out
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled in every hole
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean making islands
where no islands should go (oh no)
Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythms of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door
have been silenced forevermore
and the distance is quite simply much to far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before (oh no)
I need you so much closer

So come on
Come on

Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah

FM Doll, Queen Adreena

Novidades de Mr. Cool MF:

"Os norte-americanos Jon Spencer Blues Explosion querem passar a ser conhecidos apenas por Blues Explosion e anunciaram para 21 de Setembro a saída de um novo álbum de originais.

Segundo o site da Les Inrocks, o sucessor de "Plastic Fang" (2002) chama-se simplesmente "Blues Explosion" e resulta da colaboração da banda com músicos como DJ Shadow, Dan The Automator e David Holmes.

«Escrevemos uma canção com o DJ Shadow, uma coisa louca e única. Fizemos quatro temas com Dan The Automator, dois dos quais aparecerão no álbum; ele co-escreveu um, mas imprimiu o seu estilo único a ambos. Cada colaborador empresta um pouco de si mesmo ao trabalho; por exemplo, fizemos uma faixa com David Holmes, que é muito psicadélica», explica Jon Spencer, citado pela publicação.

Descrevendo "Blues Explosion" como «bastante diferente de "Plastic Fang", que era mais clássico», o cantor diz ainda que o novo disco apresenta «uma combinação de estilos, de técnicas de produção muito variadas».

Quanto à mudança de nome, após 12 anos de carreira, Jon Spencer afirma que «é uma maneira de mostrar às pessoas que somos um grupo, não um projecto a solo. Estamos a tentar mudar um pouco»." (info retirada daqui).

A ouvir na indie:

I Need Your love - The Rapture
To Hell with Good Intentions - McLusky
New Slang - The Shins
FM Doll - Queen Adreena
Levitate Me - Pixies
If She Wants Me - Belle & Sebastian
The Curse of Having It All - Quasi
Clark Gable - The Postal Service
NYC- Interpol
Again - Archive
...

Keep my address to myself because it's secret
Cuz it's secret cret cret cret ... back right now

Gold Soundz, Pavement

Músicas Especiais XI

Uma GRANDE banda e uma GRANDE música. E a recordação de um GRANDE concerto...

Novocaine For The Soul, Eels

Life is hard and so am I
you better give me something
so I dont die
Novocaine for the soul
before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
before I sputter out

Guess who's living here
with the great undead
this paint by number's life is fucking with my head
once again

Life is good and I feel great
'cause mother says I was
a great mistake

Novocaine for the soul
you better give me something
to fill the hole
before I sputter out (repeat)

Já todos sabem que o Festival de Lisboa que depois foi Festival do Dragão para voltar a ser Festival de Lisboa foi CANCELADO!!!
E o que isso significa??? Isso mesmo... IGGGGYYYYYY.... :(

Entretanto, talvez para me compensar, soube que o querido Jason Pierce vem cá no fim do mês com os seus fantásticos Spiritualized AKA Encanto integrado no cartaz do Carviçais rock.


Confesso que ando distraída pois é a primeira vez que ouço falar neste festival... mas adiante...
Isto significa que é este ano que vou conhecer melhor o Norte do nosso país. Carviçais e depois: Paredes de Coura here I go!! (I hope!)

'Cos I've read your horoscope
And now I've given up on hope
So I don't really love you anymore

I don't really love you anymore, The Magnetic Fields

Outro regresso:

The Cure

A ouvir: Lost (a excelente música que abre o álbum)

The End of the World (1º single)

Go if you want to
I never tried to stop you
Know there's a reason
For all of this you're feeling
Love its not my call
You couldnt ever love me more
You couldnt love me more
You couldnt love

Me I dont show much
Its not that hard to hide you
See in a moment
I cant remember how to
Be all you wanted
I couldnt ever love you more
I couldnt love you more
I couldnt love
You want me to cry and play my part
I want you to sigh and fall apart
We want this like everyone else

Stay if you want to
I always wait to hear you
Say there's a last kiss
For all the times you run this
Way its not my fault
You couldnt ever love me more
You couldnt love me more
You couldnt love

Love me more
Couldnt ever love me more
I couldnt love you more
I couldnt love

You want me to lie not break your heart
I want you to fly not stop and start
We want us like everything else

Maybe we didnt understand
Not just a boy and a girl
Its just the end of the
end of the world

Me i dont say much
Its far too hard to make you
See in a moment
I still forget just how to
Be all you wanted
I couldnt ever love you more
(x4)I couldnt love you more

O regresso dos The Hives, muito apreciados por aqui!

(lançamento dia 20 de Julho)

"TYRANNOSAURUS HIVES!

Tyrannosaurus Hives is all you hoped for and more.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is a record so full of potential hits, it would take a hundred songwriters working for a hundred years to come up with anything like it. Tyrannosaurus Hives is an album recorded in Sweden by Pelle Gunnerfeldt, who also recorded their previous two, despite many of the world's biggest-name producers lining up to work with them. It's the only way we wanted to do it, they say.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is a record by a band so fired up that, if you look closely, you can see small drops of sweat when you open the disc .

Tyrannosaurus Hives is equal parts the end of something old and the start of something new.

Tyrannosaurus Hives has razor-sharp commentary on the world of the Hives today, something you can adapt to your own life and feel they are singing about you.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is the most highly anticipated album by the Hives since the dawn of mankind.

The dumb will nod and stomp in approval. The smart will debate its power forever.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is not an album put together by dudes jamming. It's the result of young men tireless in their search for better and more.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is not a record outlined to fit your life. You must fit your life to IT.

Tyrannosaurus Hives is not at all bad for a bunch of mid-20s Swedish guys from the sticks.

Tyrannosaurus Hives features songs such as:

Walk Idiot Walk: The lead single. A tenacious bassline. A guitar riff so jagged it sounds like it was played with a cattleprod. Lyrics both enigmatic and crystal-clear about life on Planet Earth 2004. Great chorus too. Two Timing Touch And Broken Bones: A drumbeat that sounds like a bullet train with a limp, guitars both classical and modern. This is a song that could only be from this album.

Diabolic Scheme: The album's ballad, where a barrage of horror-movie strings fly in and out over a slow menacing beat. An equal mix of Screaming Jay Hawkins and modern R'n'B. Howlin Pelle earning his prefix with something that sounds like ad-libbed vocals about the deliberate escape and return of the Hives in the public eye.

Abra Cadaver: The first sign of life, the album's opener. 95.6 seconds of anti-subtle and super-intense havoc-wreaking.

As The Hives now gear up to explode across the world's stages once more, they are rightly confident that they have at their disposal all the musical fire-power to complete the job. At the end of the liner notes on Veni Vidi Vicious, there ran the following citation: Confucius says: Ah The Hives. The future is theirs should they want it. The wise old fella had it right: with Tyrannosaurus Hives all ready to go, it's going to be a black-and-white world for 2004 and beyond" (info retirada daqui)

A ouvir: Walk Idiot Walk (o single de avanço)

she survived but she's feeling old

Strange Little Girl, Tori Amos

Músicas Especiais X

Os mais atentos já devem ter percebido que sou fã de Doors, dos Doors com Jim, é claro...

A verdade é que foi a minha primeira grande paixão musical.

Ao contrário de muitos, não foi Light my Fire o meu primeiro contacto com o maravilhoso mundo de Morrison. Foi de facto o último disco, póstumo, o grandioso An American Prayer que desde muito cedo ouvi no saudoso gira-discos dos meus pais.
E sempre me arrepiou aquela longa, estranha e tão bela música que fazia o meu irmão ficar com lágrimas nos olhos por vezes...

Assim começou a minha paixão por Jim Morrison. Chegou a ser tão forte que recordo claramente o efeito que provocou sobre certas pessoas que me conheceram na altura. Mas isso são outras histórias...
A pancada foi tão grande que prometi a mim mesma fazer uma visita à sua derradeira morada no Père Lachaise, promessa já cumprida.

Esse vinil ficou para mim, um presente muito especial do meu irmão... Obrigada, mano!


A ouvir: An American Prayer - Feast of Friends (excerto/parte final de An American Prayer)

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south

Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

Músicas especiais IX

Já aqui a referi...
(cf. Terça-feira, Junho 22)

A ouvir: Dead Melodies, Beck

Where will you go when this day is over?

Lovesong, Archive

All this time I'm distracted from the world
The world outside of your arms
All I need is here

Try and find, a way to say the things
The things I feel when you smile
They take away my words

You know, that people come and go
It's here for me
When things in life run me down
All I need is you

You wanted a love song
You asked for a love song
You wanted a love song from me
You asked for a love song from me
Now there's a love song for you

Yeah, I know, I don't hear you, I don't see you, I can't feel you
You know, it's always my fault, communication is such a let down
I ain't proud of my behaviour
I thank the lord, you're still here (Repeat x 6)

Yeah I know that I push you
Yeah I know that I push you
Yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know that I push you

I know that I push you (Repeat x 7)

Try and find, a way to say the things
The things I feel when you smile
They take away my words
You know, that people come and go
You wanted a love song from me
You asked for a love song from me
Now there's a love song for you

sabes o que é andar sem rumo
procurando um vestígio de algo
que não se sabe se sequer existe
um olhar que resgate o paraíso perdido
um sorriso que ofereça um mundo

sabes o que é viver sem esperança
sufocando na certeza de nada
existir
sabes o que é ter uma canção de amor
e não poder dedicá-la a ninguém
?

Repetition baby there's no escape from me here
Run run baby
Try and run from me here
Noise, Archive

No universo alucinado de uma Ginger ale afternoon

Transmissions from the Satellite Heart (1993), The Flaming Lips

She Don't Use Jelly

I know this girl who thinks of ghosts,
She'll make you breakfast, she'll make you toast.
She don't use butter.
She don't use cheese.
She don't use jelly, or any of these.
She uses Vasaline
Vasaline
Vasaline
Vasaline

I know a guy who goes to shows,
When he's at home an' he blows his nose,
He don't use tissues,
Or his sleeves,
He don't use napkins, or any of these.
He uses Magazines
Magazines
Magazines.
Magazines

I know a girl who reminds me of Cher,
She's always changin' the color of her hair,
She don't use nothin', You buy at the store,
She likes her hair to, be real orange
She uses Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines

Músicas Especiais VIII

Muito especial...
Continua a comover-me...

Pictures of You, The Cure

i've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that i almost believe that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you
that i almost believe that the pictures are
all i can feel

remembering
you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how i always held close in your fear
remembering
you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage
to let it all go

remembering
you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white
so delicate
lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering
you how you used to be
slow drowned
you were angels
so much more than everything
hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes
but i never see anything

if only i'd thought of the right words
i could have held on to your heart
if only i'd thought of the right words
i wouldn't be breaking apart
all my pictures of you

looking so long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that i ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you

"És terrível!!!", diz uma amiga minha, "Quem te mandou comprar esse disco? Queria oferecer-te no dia de anos..."
Pois...
Não resisti. Ela bem sabe que eu já o queria arranjar desde as primeiras audições no sítio do costume e no programa do costume.

E aqui está ele:

Noise, os excelentes Archive.

A ouvir, a sonhar, ....

Waste

Talk to me
I haven't said a word in days
Please talk to me
And I can tell you of my ways
In which I numb myself
In which I numb myself

Drink with me
I will talk of things I want
To do in life but know I can't
Find the energy
Find the energy
Find the energy
Find the energy

Time has come
Come to me at such a speed
And given me the time I need
To waste

Waste on you, I've got time to waste on you
Waste on you, I've got time to waste on you
Waste on you, I've got time to waste on you
On you

On and on and on and on with you

Waste on you, I've got time to waste on you
Waste on you, I've got time to waste on you
On you

On and on and on and on and on with you
(Repeat x 5 )

On and on and on and on and on with you
(Repeat x 7)

Press your lips
To my eyes
Taste my tears
On your tongue
Pull the blinds
Play our song
Nothing's changed
Nothing could be wrong

Newborn, Elbow

And when you want to Live
How do you start?
Where do you go?
Who do you need to know?

The boy with the thorn in his side, The Smiths

Le Tigre, Le Tigre (1999)

Indie Rocks, Alternative Metal, Riot Grrrl, Rap Metal... WHATEVER!!! Muito cool!

Deceptacon

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time, I'm outta fuckin time
I'm a gasoline gut with a vaseline mind but
Wanna disco? Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme
One, two, three, four
You got what you been asking for
You're so policy free and you're fantasy wheels and everything you think
and everything you feel is alright, alright, alright, alright,
alright

I take you home now watch me get you hot
You're just a parrot when you're screaming and you're shouting
"More crackers please, more crackers please"
You want what you want but you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your... who does your hair?

Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?

How are you?
Fine thankyou
How are you?
Fine thank you

You bought a new van the first year of your band
You're cool and I hardly wanna say "not" because I'm so bored
that I'd be entertained even by a stupid linoleum floor, linoleum floor
Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it
I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two
Who? Who? Who? Who?

Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp?
Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong

See you later
See you later
See you later
See you later

E as lições do Mestre são muitas e variadas.

Um exemplo: Pay No Mind (Snoozer)

"This is song 2, on the album, this is the album right here. Burn the album!"

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock and roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high through the garbage pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun

That's why
I pay no mind
I sleep in slime
I just got signed

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge and the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job, honey

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

O Mestre responde a umas perguntas com a genialidade que lhe é reconhecida e a boa disposição é evidente. Ouvir aqui!

Revela também alguns segredos, nomeadamente o poder magnético que tem sobre as pessoas... O_O

Finalmente a explicação aqui! ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MESTRE!!! (8 Julho de 1970)

Open letter to Beck Hansen:

Do you know All My Little Words by The Magnetic Fields?
These are my little words... They cannot explain the feelings, the emotions that your music brings to me but I would like to share them with you.
One of the most beautiful moments of my life happened while you were singing Dead Melodies (so simple, so sublime...) at Lisbon Coliseum 2000.
You were playing the harmonica and the place was so full of love and devotion that it felt like you were making love to my soul... It's not possible to explain and it's so beautiful because of that...
Just wanna say: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR MUSIC!
Feels like honey, you know?...

Love

Sandra

P.S. Lisbon is waiting for YOU!!

-----A única carta de fã que alguma vez escrevi e que foi enviada há dois anos para Mr. Hansen-----

o tempo esvai... se...
o tempo foge, fugaz...
passa e leva...
devora...
devora e passa...
o tempo corre...
tic... tac...
tic... tac...
lá vai, ritmado, soluçando...
ritmo aflitivo, apressado,
provoca temor...
tempo... tempo...
"já não há tempo,
já é tarde demais,
já não vamos a tempo"
códigos dramáticos
do soberano
do que escraviza
códigos que exorcizam
a bondade
a paciência
as supostas virtudes
concretas...
irreais...
o tempo esvai... se...
vai... se...
a vida
....

só nos teus braços descansar
só nos teus lábios beber
só no teu corpo ser mulher

A noite é longa sem teus carinhos
e o dia é quente quando tu vens

I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care

(NYC, Interpol)

Não tinha chegado a falar da minha reacção perante o facto de termos perdido a final do Campeonato Europeu de Futebol com a Grécia. Talvez porque não soubesse ao certo o que dizer... Mas hoje vi a luz e aqui transcrevo as palavras sábias que subscrevo na íntegra:

"De volta à normalidade!

Ok! Assim sim. Já estava farto de me sentir o melhor do mundo... A derrota com a Grécia trouxe-nos de volta a casa. Ah doce depressão, as saudades que eu já tinha da minha mediocridadezinha! É bom voltar a ser uma merda, poder ter o Lopes como primeiro. É disto que eu gosto em ti Portugal, és um país montanha russa. Posted by: Nónó Galarza"

Grandes Galarzas!

AI!!!!!!!

Estão a dizer que o Festival do Dragão vai ser cancelado

IGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! Não me faças isso!!!!! :'(

"Já não há Festival do Dragão (JN)

Cancelamento do britânico David Bowie terá iniciado processo de queda do Festival do Dragão

O Festival do Dragão foi cancelado. O anúncio oficial só deverá acontecer nos próximos dias, mas o JN apurou, junto de três fontes distintas ligadas ao processo, que o certame, agendado para os dias 16, 17 e 18 deste mês no estádio do FC Porto, já não irá acontecer.

A decisão, cujos pormenores permanecem ainda pouco claros e envoltos em secretismo, surgiu dias depois de David Bowie - o nome mais forte do cartaz - ter cancelado a sua actual digressão europeia devido a uma lesão no ombro.

Assim, e perante a falta de um nome substituto à altura - e a eventualidade de o evento se poder tornar um fiasco a nível de adesão de público - terá levado as partes envolvidas nas negociações a preferirem anular o acontecimento. A decisão terá ocorrido ao final da manhã de ontem.

Todavia, à hora do fecho desta edição, e apesar das diligências movidas pelo JN, a empresa promotora Tournée - que organiza o festival -, não se mostrou disponível para tecer qualquer comentário.

Entretanto, o JN soube que algumas das bandas escalonadas para o cartaz do festival devem ser transferidas para um certame a ter lugar no Pavilhão Atlântico, em Lisboa, no dia 18. Do leque de nomes que "sobra" do cartaz inicial do Festival do Dragão farão parte os Scorpions, Deep Purple e, entre outros, os Cheap Trick.

Segundo foi apurado, também, que o próprio manager de Iggy Pop - outro artista forte que deveria actuar no Porto - já está a tentar encontrar uma data alternativa para a sua actuação nos palcos portugueses. A hipótese da vinda a Portugal de Iggy Pop, com os seus Stooges, poderá ser uma realidade ainda durante este Verão.

Nos próximos dias, nos postos de venda será iniciado o processo de devolução do dinheiro a todos aqueles que já adquiriram ingressos."

Bem... Ele está a tentar encontrar uma data alternativa...
Que seja Paredes de Coura, PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Entretanto...

A ouvir: I wanna be your dog: Iggy & The Stooges - live in Tokyo / Japan (March the 22nd 2004) Iggy, ÉS O MAIOR!!!!!

So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face to face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon
Now I'm ready
To close my eyes
And now I'm ready
To close my mind
And now I'm ready
To feel your hand
And lose my heart
On the burning sands
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

Fall Back Open, o segundo álbum dos Now It's Overhead

"Athens, GA's Now It's Overhead mixes moody pop influences such as the Cure and Depeche Mode and the layered textures of bands like Spiritualized and My Bloody Valentine into lovelorn indie rock." Curiosos?

A ouvir: Wait in a Line