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Origine du Groupe : Danemark
Style : Surf Punk Rock
Sortie : 2010

By DaBoss  from http://fatcitycigarlounge.blogspot.com

The Palermo Surf Experience play with extreme volume and energy, while not racing along. The upside are 12 mostly very good songs delivered with excellent guitar and drums. the downside is inconsistent mixing, lead guitar often too low in the mix, and drums often to prominent. While this serves the intensity, it subdues the melodies and sense of ensemble that's clearly in the performance. My guess is that this is an excellent band that would wear you out live, and one that will deliver killer recordings once the formula is found. I really like this disc, aside from the production values. Phil Dirt

Tracklist :       
01. Evil Desert Ghost Train From Hell (With Death)
02. Shake ‘n’ Fake
03. Stealth Rodeo
04. Powerkraut
05. Run Run Retard
06. Fabrin’s Fabulous Fight Night
07. Silence Is Violence
08. RIP Curl Renegade
09. Santas Sweet Revenge
10. Gin Atomic
11. Viagra Falls
12. Still Strippin’


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10 août 2010 2 10 /08 /août /2010 11:00


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Origine du Groupe : North America
Style : Post-Punk , Funk Rock , Soul Rock
Sortie : 1998

For 1998's In Mass Mind, their second studio album and fourth long-player overall, the Make-Up recruited Adam & Eve -- a.k.a. Royal Trux's Neil Hagerty and Jennifer Herrema -- for production duties. As evidenced by the album's warm, detailed sound, the collaboration is a perfect fit, bringing just enough polish and focus to the Make-Up's music to make it even more powerful. "Black Wire Pt. 1," "Drop the Needle," and "The Joy of Sound" show off the group's dynamic, theatrical side, while "Earth Worm," "Do You Like Gospel Music," "Time Machine," and "Caught Up in the Rapture" are atmospheric and soulful, further explorations into the band's widening sonic territory.

By ~ Heather Phares

Tracklist :
   1. "Black Wire Pt. 1" − 1:03
   2. "Live in the Rhythm Hive" − 3:02
   3. "Joy of Sound" − 3:38
   4. "Watch it with that Thing" − 4:21
   5. "Drop the Needle" − 2:17
   6. "Earth Worm Pt. 1" − 2:03
   7. "Do You Like Gospel Music?" − 3:59
   8. "Come up to the Microphone" − 2:50
   9. "Centre of the Earth" − 2:59
  10. "(I've Heard About) Saturday Nite" − 3:05
  11. "Earth Worm Pt. 2" − 2:25
  12. "Time Machine" − 2:38
  13. "Caught up in the Rapture" − 4:41
  14. "Black Wire Pt. 2" − 2:02

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23 juin 2010 3 23 /06 /juin /2010 16:00


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Quite possibly the greatest surf album you've never heard, this 1963 release from the Rhythm Rockers is a classic. Pounding surf-rock from the days when surf was surf and rock was something entirely other than some white-pupiled, devil-worshiping geek in a black corset. Turn it up! Reject Satan! Save your soul and lose your lease!

Origine du Groupe : North America
Style : Surf Rock
Sortie 1963

Tracklist :
01. Surfin' At Mazatlan (2:35)
02. Rendevous Stomp (2:43)
03. Ramrod (1:52)
04. Nine Toes (2:37)
05. Moondawg (2:33)
06. Wipeout (2:52)
07. Breakfast At Tressles (2:49)
08. Moovin' N' Groovin' (2:10)
09. Get It On (3:17)
10. Caravan (1:35)
11. The Breeze and I (3:49)
12. You Can't Sit Down (3:09)
13. The Slide (bonus track) (1:55)
14. Garbage Cans (Fanny Warble) (2:56)



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27 février 2010 6 27 /02 /février /2010 16:50
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Sortie : 2002
Style : Rock , Punk , Garage , Inde

Tracklist :
 1. One Beat
2. Far Away
3. Oh!
4. The Remainder
5. Light-Rail Coyote
6. Step Aside
7. Combat Rock
8. O2
9. Funeral Song
10. Prisstina
11. Hollywood Ending
12. Sympathy


I have issues with women in rock. Not so much the actual act of female human beings playing that rock n' roll music, but the entire media concept of in-quotes "women in rock." I'm tired of Rolling Stone double issues, the VH1 theme weeks, the Tower Records special displays. Condescending, patronizing bullshit, all of it. Now, I won't get into the issue of the built-in misogyny in the rock criticism phrasebook; partially because I wouldn't want to endorse a paranoid shift towards excessively vigilant political correctness, and partially because I myself am guilty of occasionally over-using the adjective 'sultry.'

No, at hand is a bigger fish-- namely, that far too much writing about female musicians gets caught up with the idea that the artist must be saying something about the 'female experience.' Rather than accept these acts as just plain musicians, being a woman playing rock music is automatically assumed to be a declaration of activist intentions. Other than the obvious double-standard (when was the last time you read a review about an all-guy band's songs reflecting the male experience?), this allows the Y chromosome-dominated rock press to focus on gender while still coming off as enlightened. But what of those girl bands that just want to rock, without all that role model jazz?

Consider, for example, indie-rock darlings Sleater-Kinney, just coincidentally the subject of this review! To date, Sleater-Kinney has, in my professional opinion, been a good but not great band with a solid back catalog of energetic but slightly homogenous releases. To the majority of my esteemed colleagues, however, S-K is the three-headed coming of the woman Christ, The Great Female Hope, the band that proves at long last that, hey, girls can rawk too! Never mind the fact that girls are, after all, evolutionarily engineered to have fingers for making chord shapes and strumming, just like boys.

Saddled with such a heavy label, and with unrealistic and undeserved expectations, the three women of Sleater-Kinney could just keep on making the same album over and over again, pleasing their tiny, rabid loyalists and the leather-patched elbow crowd in the press box. Hey, the life ain't too bad for a cult band these days. But, thank god, the Kill Rock Stars trio isn't content to forever meander in that habitat. With One Beat, Sleater-Kinney have turned in an album that absolutely, positively OBLITERATES the gender card, an album so colossal that all prefixes to the label 'rock band' must be immediately discarded.

From the opening, off-kilter drum pattern of the title track, One Beat takes you on a log flume ride through a forest of monumental riffs-- a log flume ride, people! Witness the fretboard slides of "Hollywood Ending", the cocky strut of "Step Aside", the mighty, fist-pumping second half of "Combat Rock" (to which I'd like to just give a premature Forkie for Best Riff of the Year right now). Also, be forewarned that the drumstick-twirling coda of "Far Away" has been shown to provoke sudden miming of snare hits and windmill strums in laboratory animals.

Now, you might be hearing a lot of crazytalk from longtime S-K supporters that the new album is their most disappointing to date. Ignore it; fanbase discomfort is a common symptom of the breakthrough album, proving that the act has tweaked their formula far enough to piss off the vets who want their pet band to stay predictable. Kinney's definitely changed up the recipe (as they had already begun to do with All Hands on the Bad One), but all changes are positive, foremost being a new understanding of how restraint and scaling back can allow for exponentially increased rockage. "Combat Rock" and "The Remainder" stutter along a single riff, teasingly refusing to explode before building to a tantric peak. "Light Rail Coyote" and "O2" both come out with all engines blazing, but retreat to valleys of uncharacteristically subdued hush.

Also helping the cause is an increased singing role for Carrie Brownstein, who sounds more confident than ever sporting a fully developed hiccupy vocal character that plays off Tucker's wail like lime flavoring on Tostitos. For anyone of the opinion that Tucker's banshee act occasionally got out of hand on older S-K material, Brownstein's participation is welcome news for your fragile eardrums. The latest model of the Janet Weiss percussion-cyborg sings a bit, too, but her main contribution is her incredibly melodic drums, strident and full-bodied as ever.

Meanwhile, the band breaks out the required fifth-album accoutrements: horn section, strings, occasional keyboards. It might be predictable timing for the band to expand their sound, but it's handled delicately by producer John Goodmanson, who never allows the spice to overwhelm the dish (er, sonically speaking, of course). The slip-and-slide Moog on "Oh!" drives home the song's oh-woah-woah playfulness, "Step Aside"'s marching band brass lends its revolution beckoning an epic quality, and Sam Coomes' theremin on "Funeral Song" fulfills the FDA requirements for any tune that mentions haunted houses, demons, and Halloween.

So except for a closing track ("Sympathy") where the bluesy over-emoting reminds me of everything I used to dislike about the Sleater, One Beat is an uncompromising, energetic monster of a record. Most of all, it's just accessible (pardon my French) enough to be exactly what the rock world needs these days: the Trail of Dead for those put off by the Danzig-esque lyrics and relentless drum-rolling. It's a dive-headfirst-into-an-empty-pool, take-the-subway-to-Queens, snap-into-a-Slim-Jim, forget-to-bring-back the-library-books, tire-pressure-dangerously-low, sneaking-fireworks-across-the-Illinois-Indiana-border kind of album. That it's performed by three persons of the female gender is entirely beside the point, to anyone who's really listening.

Rob Mitchum
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17 janvier 2010 7 17 /01 /janvier /2010 13:15

Freedom for king kong - Marche ou Rêve (clip)



Voilà un combo qui porte bien son nom ! Vous les avez sûrement déjà entendu, les cinq (primates ?) de Freedom For King Kong n'en sont pas à leur coup d'essai. Forts de deux albums avant celui-ci, c'est surtout en participant à la compilation « Mano Negra : Illegal » qu'ils ont pu se faire connaître, avec une reprise (j'vous l'met dans l'mille…) de King Kong Five. Une drôle de reprise, dans leur style, quelque part sur la scène alternative, avec un chant aussi proche d'un Lofofora que de la scène rap, sans ne jamais abuser de hurlement. Leur slogan résume assez bien ce choix musical : « libérez le primate qui est en vous ».
C'est donc après avoir réécouté cette compile (qui contient entre autres, d'excellentes reprises de Ska-p ou de la Ruda Salska, eh oui !) que je m'attaque au dernier opus du groupe : Marche ou rêve.
L'album est protégé dans un superbe coffret digipack vert, très joliment décoré jusqu'à l'intérieur du livret. Voilà qui devrait donner l'envie à plus d'un de se l'approprier. Mais concentrons-nous plutôt sur la musique.
A l'ouverte de l'album, le son de FFKK fonctionne comme un gros coup de pompe dans la tronche. Sur "Marche ou rêve" on trouve un phrasé rappé sur font de métal bruyant, de quoi en faire fuir plus d'un. Mais outre la voix de Bring's qui connaîtra sûrement autant de détracteurs que d'admirateurs, la musique dévoilée sur ce LP est de toute qualité. Entre beats électros et riffs (bruyant ou non) de guitare, l'album est divinement équilibré de morceaux qui ne se ressemblent pas.
Le titre "Sodocratie" est pour moi celui qui résume le mieux ce travail (et aussi le meilleur morceau !), dans lequel on retrouve un excellent texte (sauf peut-être la phrase du refrain) en réponse au 21 avril 2002 (cf. : élections présidentielles qui ont vu le front National passer au 2e tour), sur une musique efficace saucée à l'électro.
"Les marionnettistes" est aussi un morceau sympa, qui alterne couplets groovies et refrains énervés digne du rock-punk de Trust.
Placé au beau milieu des 11 titres, "Amour propre" fait figure d'entracte avec sa mélodie toute calme. Et on retrouve ainsi Bring's dans un registre différent, avec du vrai chant, tel qu'on l'apprend à l'école.
L'entracte passée, et FFKK revient de plus belle, mais avec un son moins brut, moins métal et assurément plus rock. Ainsi on retrouve par exemple cet excellent morceau instrumental qu'est "Primatologie". Et gardez-vous bien du titre, ce morceau de 6 minutes est une totale réussite leadé par une guitare saturée qui se joue d'agression électronique. Une vraie surprise.
Enfin l'album se conclut sur l'étrange "Le figurant". Un titre plus que calme accompagné d'un chant tout doux. Maintenant j'ai un peu de mal à savoir si il faut le prendre au premier ou au second degré.
Au final on a donc un album très complet, qui trouvera très certainement un public d'aficionados prêts à suivre le groupe sur les tournées. Car si une chose ressort assurément sur cet album, c'est la frustration imposée par les limites de l'enregistrement en studio. On sent tout de suite que FFKK est un groupe de scène, dont il serait heureux de croiser la route.
Auteur : Lilian

Sodocratie - Freedom For King Kong
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Tracklist :
 1. (00:04:07) Freedom For King Kong - Marche ou rêve
2. (00:03:19) Freedom For King Kong - Le syndrome de Peter Pan
3. (00:04:40) Freedom For King Kong - Sodocratie
4. (00:04:27) Freedom For King Kong - Les Marionnettistes
5. (00:03:48) Freedom For King Kong - Phénomène
6. (00:04:27) Freedom For King Kong - Amour Propre
7. (00:05:32) Freedom For King Kong - Gun Tune
8. (00:06:08) Freedom For King Kong - Primatologie
9. (00:04:07) Freedom For King Kong - Modern Faust
10. (00:05:17) Freedom For King Kong - Des Plumes
11. (00:03:16) Freedom For King Kong - Le Figurant
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11 décembre 2009 5 11 /12 /décembre /2009 16:00


So, like, what the fuck? Four guys--known only as Secret Asian Man, Dymaxion Lee, Brain Conflict, and Mr. Nein, represented on their inside cover by four kabuki masks--decide that they want to get in on genre-bending, and somehow decide that the niche they want to carve will simultaneously involve spy guitars, surf rock, and prog (wtf). The result is the soundtrack-on-speed that was never made for Pulp Ficton, and I couldn’t tell you to exactly what power, but this is pretty fucking up there on the “novelty” meter. So novel is Daikaiju, in fact, that it may distract you from the fact that there’s actually some decent music under all the mystical nonsense and Godzilla-throwback inside cover art. They may have silly alter-ego names (and seriously, who hasn’t given himself the “Secret Asian Man” alter-ego?), but these four characters have no shortage of technical strength to apply to their surprisingly succinct jams. This is spy-surf-prog, but it’s still relatively tight. Each mini-suite is decked out with at least two or three hooks, complex guitar parts, nearly math-rock levels of percussive complexity, and some solid bass leads. Occasionally, the congealing of those positive aspects results in a keeper; “The Trouble With Those Mothra Girls” welds together all of the above with a keen sense of dynamism. It’s pure driving background bliss, with a serious romantic ventricle in its melodic guitar heart, progressing quickly and efficiently through increasingly layered and precarious passages, until a wonderfully executed guitar solo slaps on the song’s exclamation point. Pointing out the technically proficient elements in the other tracks here would be a waste of words, because frankly, technical proficiency is the last thing that Daikaiju lack. You won’t get tired of these guys because they’re not skilled enough. But I suspect that you will tire of them, eventually (once you’ve played it for your fellow music-loving friends), because Daikaiju is an album more concerned with showmanship and atmosphere than purpose. “Son of Daikaiju” roils about in impressive guitar work, and the clean atmospheric movements of “Incognito” are plenty remarkable, but have no thematic dynamism to them. Fundamentally, most of these songs are highly predictable in tone and pace (Pulp Fiction tone, quick pace), and leave little to the anticipation. Within the first few bars of each song, the band’s path is relatively clear, their tempo reliable, and their ideas almost transparent. Besides “Mothra Girls,” the only track here to break the mold is the sterling Santana-caliber “Farewell to Monster Island,” with its beautiful, aching swoons and uses of space. If you’re a CMG reader who thinks I’m too obsessed with technical evaluation in my general evaluative philosophy, I would of course say I’m not; I merely believe that technical nuance contributes to nuance in purpose, and thereby makes figuring out a band’s purpose out more rewarding. In Daikaiju’s case, instrumental nuance is there merely for showing off, rather than really creating any greater purpose. In this aspect they suffer (slightly less) from the problem that (terminally) plagues The Mars Volta: there’s no meaning, no idea to be gleaned from their music aside from its interesting concept. Which doesn’t take away from the fact that their musical concept is highly unique--but without the movie to play the music to, the experience of this music is somewhat hollow. I see two possible remedies: either enhance the quality of the musical dynamism, or find Quentin Tarantino and make him listen to Daikaiju stat. Otherwise, the group’s sizeable talents may amount to precious (and I do mean precious) little.

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11 janvier 2009 7 11 /01 /janvier /2009 15:03

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VNI inclassable / pop / punk / rock > surf Tremblez terriens, vous n'êtes que des êtres périssables et dans votre infinie arrogance, les derniers ninjas de l'ombre, natifs des jungles hostiles des montagnes de Gargula, sont repartis dans les confins interstellaires. Abjurez votre infamie, libérez vous de votre mollesse et carcan. Les fameux et dantesques Hawaï Samuraï ont rejoint leur plage dorée, nous autres vermisseaux sommes désormais les seuls passeurs de ce qui reste comme le plus gros gâchis rock de l'univers. Oh pitié mes maîtres, mes "saigneurs", je ne suis que votre humble vermine, je bâtirais pour vous le temple de vos prochains exploits sonores terrestres. De là jailliront toutes vos salves soniques, une surf musique qui fout un uppercut aux Trashmen, un coup de pied dans les couilles aux Ramones. Il existe désormais une confrérie Hawaiï Samuraï, y rentrer est un acte de foi, un véritable abysse pour de simples oreilles chastes. De nombreux rituels voodoos sanguinaires ont lieu avec des effusions de films de série Z qui parlent de montres aquatiques en cart(o)ons pattes qui dévorent de jeunes sylphides aux formes élégiaques. Les tequilas battues à mort se boivent avec des asticots pimentés, oui il a existé un paradis sur Terre de 2003 à 2005. "Let there be surf" c'est le "Let there be rock" des AC/DC avec de la pulp fiction criblée de surf, des Shadows qui aurait vu Dracula au coin d’un bar pour zombies, un Dick Dale qui cachetonne à l'exta. Dans leur garage rock fifties plein de cambouis, ils font vrombir leurs Gretsh et Jaguar dans des riffs twangy, ignorants ce que la route leur réserve, le coffre rempli de drogues hallucinogènes. La dose d’énergie fait monter l’adrénaline et c'est dans ce surf/punk/rock de tous les diables que des prises de ninjutsu soniques sont lancées sur des morceaux infernaux. Aucun temps mort sur ce LP, il n'y a que des bombes atomiques ivres de rock, gavées de surf music qui explosent sur un rivage paradisiaque. Tremblez bandes de cloportes, vous êtes désormais maudits, vous n'aurez plus de repos, suppliez pour que ce trio du diable revienne nous revisiter les cages à miel. (dimanche 2 avril 2006) .

Discographie :

- "Octopus Incident ?" Album 24 titres (covers + rare & live tracks)24 titres (productions impossible/productions spéciales distribution) 2004

- "Let there be surf" (productions impossible/nova express records/united musics company/chronowax distribution) Album 12 titres (2003)

"Instrumental Madness" split EP 45t HAWAII SAMURAI / THE PIPELINES (productions impossible/pendleton rds)(2003)

DOWNLOAD : Hawaii Samurai - Let there be surf (2003)


Cheerleaders From Outerspace Must Die (Extrait de l’album "the Shape of Surf to Come")
Blastin’ Days In Honolulu (Extrait de l’album "the Shape of Surf to Come")
La Bruta (extrait de l’album "the Octopus Incident ?")

Proud To Be a Cryptic Surfer (extrait de l’album "the Octopus Incident ?")
Too Drunk To surf (extrait de l’album "the Octopus Incident ?")

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