Garage Boy is an illegal immigrant taking alms in the car-parking. Do not tell the Lega Nord!
With this basic premise and irony, a constant k algebraic Lepers in the works, that's floating in the pot the same old fly wit, the petulant and annoying, yet so rich in influences. Because that is what Gonzo Muzik is ... with the usual nefarious manner of one who does not consider the consequences.
sugar icing on a cake of the same consistency of your snow tires. Chiaroscuro as a bruise and pure ethyl alcohol at 95 °. Codest is a ticking time bomb full of sounds, impressions, moods, and many, many small urban sketch.
With this basic premise and irony, a constant k algebraic Lepers in the works, that's floating in the pot the same old fly wit, the petulant and annoying, yet so rich in influences. Because that is what Gonzo Muzik is ... with the usual nefarious manner of one who does not consider the consequences.
sugar icing on a cake of the same consistency of your snow tires. Chiaroscuro as a bruise and pure ethyl alcohol at 95 °. Codest is a ticking time bomb full of sounds, impressions, moods, and many, many small urban sketch.
Imagination does not lack a garage that manages to combine a Boy bossanova first raped by a dub from the tongue, and then by a convict and acid rock with a scar on his left cheek.
Too many elements in the same rough paraphrase sound, and it takes at least a third, fourth and fifth probably listening to decipher all the magazine suggests that the hero of the day. Gimme Gimme sticks like a garage cobalt anemic feedback, and it all breaks down in just over a minute of absolute groove screamed as it was for good in the 90s. But then the next track, The Number Has Been Changed , already hinted that breaks the rhythm of our neurons smarter and go to a dub-funk cat, and as a commercial, vanishes leaving us and a thousand questions phone beeping in my head.
Le Grand Passion d'Amour projects the listener on an urban street-go, not dissimilar to an underground car park: who comes up with who enters the chaotic fast-motion, all ticket-phobic I'd say!
Too many elements in the same rough paraphrase sound, and it takes at least a third, fourth and fifth probably listening to decipher all the magazine suggests that the hero of the day. Gimme Gimme sticks like a garage cobalt anemic feedback, and it all breaks down in just over a minute of absolute groove screamed as it was for good in the 90s. But then the next track, The Number Has Been Changed , already hinted that breaks the rhythm of our neurons smarter and go to a dub-funk cat, and as a commercial, vanishes leaving us and a thousand questions phone beeping in my head.
Le Grand Passion d'Amour projects the listener on an urban street-go, not dissimilar to an underground car park: who comes up with who enters the chaotic fast-motion, all ticket-phobic I'd say!
back funk rhythms, slang, defragmented, almost like a drunk Calvin Johnson: I'm coming California is a multi-vitamin high rate of toxins. Chance, but the no-wave should be written in italic sauce! The playing time is always essential, and this is the time to get used to that already track and change from rap-game of The Modern Living (best song on the disc) to the rhythms of the Mediterranean "beach disfigured" by Sombart & ; Weber (thin praise of socialism altritempi) and Saspananda , both studded with quotations, orgasms and signs of drowning.
Robo Clock and Did you feed the cat today? suffer from a sudden enthusiasm and alienated, especially the latter invaded by almost psychedelic eye irritation, and the whole mood of any contagious relentlessly gray day: Freudian antidepressant!
-Poisonheart
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