in it for the prosecco
Friday, December 29, 2006
Better Safari In Masi Mara Or Kruger
album
Burial - s / t (Hyperdub )
Ellen Allien and Apparat - Orchestra of Bubbles (Bpitch Control) Skream!
- s / t (time); skreamism vol. 2 (tempa) - rhythm & sound
- snoop dogg
- white mice - s/t + white mice: versions ( basic replay ) (NEW ENTRY!)
- knife – silent shout (rabid)
- herbert
- – scale (k7)
- infadels – we are not the infadels (wall of sound)
- alex smoke – paradolia (soma)
- midlake
- unai
- girl talk
- belle & sebastian
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vv. aa. – total 7 (
- alex smoke
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- optimo
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- )
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- herbaliser – fabriclive 26 ( fabric
- vv. aa. - innervision. where we at ( sonar kollektiv
- heidi
- matthew dear
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- skream! – dutch flowerz
rhythm & sound – lightning storm (françois k. remix)
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- I tried and I still thinking about it a moment it must be said that the end of the year I was crushed under the weight of a bass venticinquino cultures prophesied messiah of years ago by the Linton Kwesi Johnson. the dubstep was one of those stuff that I have caught him peeing in the middle of the track just as the train was passing. then you go to listen
- dutch flowerz , per me singolo dell’anno. e senza considerare che il top del listino secondo me lo trovi sulla corta distanza, visto che skreamizm vol. 2 è un capolavoro di bassi killer e di melodie morriconiane passate con la cartavetro e percosse a colpi di grancassa cadenzata (
white mice, which enters directly in sixth place thanks to the miraculous and providential basic replay reissue of a handful of Songolo Lightning (original and versioned according to the ancient art of re-editing of home basic). I know this kid from Jamaica less than twenty-four hours but are now convinced to throw away all my records and spend the rest of my life to hear his voice shrill. and thanks, I've not discovered before otherwise I messed with the podium. Moreover Boomkat few weeks ago talking shit clear: " Listen up - this record contains Some of the deadliest digital reggae rhythms and crushing production styles you'll ever hear ... ok? . and then there's also that by calculating deadliest
has become my favorite word in the entire history of the world language.
suffice it to say that Ellen Allien and apparat was an electrical storm of rare power and Snoop Dogg are finally reappeared and the balls rolls over a blue carpet with poignant love songs (i want to fuck you ) and criminal stories / comics on some niggas who think they can fuck with snoop dogg and why they peck their ration of educational hot lead ( VATO , feat. b-real). and not to mention the highlight of the disc with a microphone to sublet ice cube ( LAX). As to the compilation series at the controls made literally around the void. unattainable in particular James Holden, who has a mental mix album bearing the name perhaps more a disc of original songs. congratulations to alex smoke but make no mistake that has marked both the territories (and Paradolia sci.fi.hi.fi. vol. 3), both with considerable success. a salute to the late J. dilla, talentuosissimo producer and unfortunate that the point of death had the power to rewrite his musical parable, posthumously recorded in the mix album titled
also found on our blog each year according to the wrong pitching alliance , Complete with a link to go there to procure the pieces and make great Christmas compiloni for your friends at the bar.
a greeting, along with wishes for a radiant future for all readers of scum.
atro.CTXZBtion
Better Safari In Masi Mara Or Kruger
in it for the prosecco
album
Burial - s / t (Hyperdub )
Ellen Allien and Apparat - Orchestra of Bubbles (Bpitch Control) Skream!
- s / t (time); skreamism vol. 2 (tempa) - rhythm & sound
- snoop dogg
- white mice - s/t + white mice: versions ( basic replay ) (NEW ENTRY!)
- knife – silent shout (rabid)
- herbert
- – scale (k7)
- infadels – we are not the infadels (wall of sound)
- alex smoke – paradolia (soma)
- midlake
- unai
- girl talk
- belle & sebastian
-
-
-
vv. aa. – total 7 (
- alex smoke
-
-
- optimo
-
-
- )
-
- herbaliser – fabriclive 26 ( fabric
- vv. aa. - innervision. where we at ( sonar kollektiv
- heidi
- matthew dear
-
-
- skream! – dutch flowerz
rhythm & sound – lightning storm (françois k. remix)
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
- I tried and I still thinking about it a moment it must be said that the end of the year I was crushed under the weight of a bass venticinquino cultures prophesied messiah of years ago by the Linton Kwesi Johnson. the dubstep was one of those stuff that I have caught him peeing in the middle of the track just as the train was passing. then you go to listen
- dutch flowerz , per me singolo dell’anno. e senza considerare che il top del listino secondo me lo trovi sulla corta distanza, visto che skreamizm vol. 2 è un capolavoro di bassi killer e di melodie morriconiane passate con la cartavetro e percosse a colpi di grancassa cadenzata (
white mice, which enters directly in sixth place thanks to the miraculous and providential basic replay reissue of a handful of Songolo Lightning (original and versioned according to the ancient art of re-editing of home basic). I know this kid from Jamaica less than twenty-four hours but are now convinced to throw away all my records and spend the rest of my life to hear his voice shrill. and thanks, I've not discovered before otherwise I messed with the podium. Moreover Boomkat few weeks ago talking shit clear: " Listen up - this record contains Some of the deadliest digital reggae rhythms and crushing production styles you'll ever hear ... ok? . and then there's also that by calculating deadliest
has become my favorite word in the entire history of the world language.
suffice it to say that Ellen Allien and apparat was an electrical storm of rare power and Snoop Dogg are finally reappeared and the balls rolls over a blue carpet with poignant love songs (i want to fuck you ) and criminal stories / comics on some niggas who think they can fuck with snoop dogg and why they peck their ration of educational hot lead ( VATO , feat. b-real). and not to mention the highlight of the disc with a microphone to sublet ice cube ( LAX). As to the compilation series at the controls made literally around the void. unattainable in particular James Holden, who has a mental mix album bearing the name perhaps more a disc of original songs. congratulations to alex smoke but make no mistake that has marked both the territories (and Paradolia sci.fi.hi.fi. vol. 3), both with considerable success. a salute to the late J. dilla, talentuosissimo producer and unfortunate that the point of death had the power to rewrite his musical parable, posthumously recorded in the mix album titled
also found on our blog each year according to the wrong pitching alliance , Complete with a link to go there to procure the pieces and make great Christmas compiloni for your friends at the bar.
a greeting, along with wishes for a radiant future for all readers of scum.
atro.CTXZBtion
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Change Middle Name Colorado
the scum guide to 2006 top sound (updated!)
continue the sad evening of Saturday dj-waiter when others attack dj to play it goes to sleep because the next day to go to work. Time to come away from a fast lunch social pensioners who put me in the dressing room to replace gilerino and tie with the historic tomb of that Longsleeve I had made to buy from my mom when I was in high school and that is marvelously preserved thanks to its hand washing and ironing backwards. I review the ladder in the car while I plow with the province of Vercelli Canavese hills silhouetted against the horizon, back on the road who saw me get started, issuing the first stirrings of the first and thundering curses. seal the window as they passed under my grandmother's house not to wake the echoes of bass, even though the girls prefer to see you go to the province with his elbow out and subwoofer out. just a stop along the way to pick up on the roadside my cousin borgo_masino of the Rasta, who comes to see us for the first time and asks me if we have a vocalist, immediately highlights the shortcoming in my view has always been the main obstacle to the evolution of our careers, and the fact that we are ugly, we are drunk and we know not mix. parked as the beginning of the evening and spend half an hour on the sidewalk in the cold as the crack dealers from the moment that the man shit dj enzo had considered it appropriate to recommend the maximum punctuality and then linger in some tavern, sipping voluptuously selections of digestive local. when the cold begins to slowly meander up the gut enter fuck dj enzo alone in the room where we discover with horror that has just attacked merdaiolo playing a guitar with a huge (very good, I was the mood that I was not so much) that nobody has any idea when it will end and when the fuck we fuck attack us and my complaints about the fact that God makes me get up early tomorrow I that are already there at eight attached to the corkscrew electric nell'ilarità general tend to fall and some patrons of poor sensitivity make me also note that only my cock and maybe if instead of dams engineering wonder that I now found myself with less work shit. the only effect is expected to massively increase the magnetism exerted by the bar, and for the sake of statistics we find that when have understood that we paid the local drink of managers for the second time in two should be considered a failure to pretend spilling. I must say that as a start on a Friday night spent in leafing in my archive record of the province brought me back in the hands of the colorful Some Girls Rolling Stones and it was with great pleasure that I miss you sent in the air, a splendid attempt to show a way rock'n'roll to disco music. after I was there that the console with smezzavo danilo and the rest of us do often yield to temptation Caribbean, only that with all that Danilo is a friend of mine and I respect him very much and I love him I must confess that while he was bending over the case of the disks have been cherished idea contuse of a 64-channel mixer, conceal the body, and shave a zero learning to play the stringed instrument that plays him. all for the sole purpose of assuming the identity and thereby gaining the right to access its playlists and can put Dutch Flowerz Skream!, the most dramatic manifestation sound ever produced by digital reggae, a kind of fairy tale morphine able to take over in a few minutes of the neurons of the audience to lead them into a state of hypnosis mystic dedicated to the cult of low pay. I'm sure if I asked maybe he would even put me but being that I do not like much to ask for stuff I thought the solution to simulate the accident with the mixer. so far so good, and enzo fabio impeccably continue the work on restocking the runway after touching again danilo haranguing the crowd as a local hero. My turn comes and I am suddenly aware that I was not prepared to have to dance instead of the people and the people are all there to dance and throw in a CD and cue and then take off and the countdown on the last danilo piece is imminent and there half a minute and my charger is still relentlessly and Ravano vacuum inside the bag in search of the stroke of genius that never comes, and finally throw in a piece when they feel part of dozens of balls bouncing on track. is one of those pieces with the females who sing, I thought, there are all dancing, usually the people they like the parts with the females who sing nothing but instead was a piece that does not hit a cock with what has gone before, a wave of low-ranking frociaggine crashing painfully with the guitar riff they just stopped playing and I just want to order a double whiskey for me and throw on fire with his lighter and instead ends the piece and put another one in the mp3 player seems to work and instead you feel about long-distance and Can you think god that shit inhuman, we only hope is that some asshole in a hurry to relieve me and for once I am too happy to check to see dj enzo and soak your headphones and pretend I eclipsed complaining of technical problems, which by the way dopo arriveranno davvero, ma oramai sarà troppo tardi e io per quella gente sarò sempre soltanto quel povero coglione con la maglietta dei sepultura che ci ha quasi sfanculato un bel sabato sera. per il bene di tutti il giorno dopo mi son tirato su a fatica e son tornato a servire i fritti misti, che in effetti sono quelle lì le robe che mi competono veramente. abbiamo il bignè al cioccolato, il pavesino con la marmellata, semolino, semolino al cioccolato, amaretto, cavolfiore, bistecca, salsiccia e mela. ti snocciolo l’elenco, te mi dici quello che vuoi e te li ritrovi recapitati nel piatto che non fai neanche in tempo a dirmi grazie che io son già passato a quello di fianco che gli risnocciolo da capo la filastrocca del bignè al cioccolato e il cavolfiore. cervello e polmone solo su prenotazione.
atro.C.T.X.Z.B.tion
sul nostro blog le scalette ed eventualmente le foto
Change Middle Name Colorado
the scum guide to 2006 top sound (updated!)
continue the sad evening of Saturday dj-waiter when others attack dj to play it goes to sleep because the next day to go to work. Time to come away from a fast lunch social pensioners who put me in the dressing room to replace gilerino and tie with the historic tomb of that Longsleeve I had made to buy from my mom when I was in high school and that is marvelously preserved thanks to its hand washing and ironing backwards. I review the ladder in the car while I plow with the province of Vercelli Canavese hills silhouetted against the horizon, back on the road who saw me get started, issuing the first stirrings of the first and thundering curses. seal the window as they passed under my grandmother's house not to wake the echoes of bass, even though the girls prefer to see you go to the province with his elbow out and subwoofer out. just a stop along the way to pick up on the roadside my cousin borgo_masino of the Rasta, who comes to see us for the first time and asks me if we have a vocalist, immediately highlights the shortcoming in my view has always been the main obstacle to the evolution of our careers, and the fact that we are ugly, we are drunk and we know not mix. parked as the beginning of the evening and spend half an hour on the sidewalk in the cold as the crack dealers from the moment that the man shit dj enzo had considered it appropriate to recommend the maximum punctuality and then linger in some tavern, sipping voluptuously selections of digestive local. when the cold begins to slowly meander up the gut enter fuck dj enzo alone in the room where we discover with horror that has just attacked merdaiolo playing a guitar with a huge (very good, I was the mood that I was not so much) that nobody has any idea when it will end and when the fuck we fuck attack us and my complaints about the fact that God makes me get up early tomorrow I that are already there at eight attached to the corkscrew electric nell'ilarità general tend to fall and some patrons of poor sensitivity make me also note that only my cock and maybe if instead of dams engineering wonder that I now found myself with less work shit. the only effect is expected to massively increase the magnetism exerted by the bar, and for the sake of statistics we find that when have understood that we paid the local drink of managers for the second time in two should be considered a failure to pretend spilling. I must say that as a start on a Friday night spent in leafing in my archive record of the province brought me back in the hands of the colorful Some Girls Rolling Stones and it was with great pleasure that I miss you sent in the air, a splendid attempt to show a way rock'n'roll to disco music. after I was there that the console with smezzavo danilo and the rest of us do often yield to temptation Caribbean, only that with all that Danilo is a friend of mine and I respect him very much and I love him I must confess that while he was bending over the case of the disks have been cherished idea contuse of a 64-channel mixer, conceal the body, and shave a zero learning to play the stringed instrument that plays him. all for the sole purpose of assuming the identity and thereby gaining the right to access its playlists and can put Dutch Flowerz Skream!, the most dramatic manifestation sound ever produced by digital reggae, a kind of fairy tale morphine able to take over in a few minutes of the neurons of the audience to lead them into a state of hypnosis mystic dedicated to the cult of low pay. I'm sure if I asked maybe he would even put me but being that I do not like much to ask for stuff I thought the solution to simulate the accident with the mixer. so far so good, and enzo fabio impeccably continue the work on restocking the runway after touching again danilo haranguing the crowd as a local hero. My turn comes and I am suddenly aware that I was not prepared to have to dance instead of the people and the people are all there to dance and throw in a CD and cue and then take off and the countdown on the last danilo piece is imminent and there half a minute and my charger is still relentlessly and Ravano vacuum inside the bag in search of the stroke of genius that never comes, and finally throw in a piece when they feel part of dozens of balls bouncing on track. is one of those pieces with the females who sing, I thought, there are all dancing, usually the people they like the parts with the females who sing nothing but instead was a piece that does not hit a cock with what has gone before, a wave of low-ranking frociaggine crashing painfully with the guitar riff they just stopped playing and I just want to order a double whiskey for me and throw on fire with his lighter and instead ends the piece and put another one in the mp3 player seems to work and instead you feel about long-distance and Can you think god that shit inhuman, we only hope is that some asshole in a hurry to relieve me and for once I am too happy to check to see dj enzo and soak your headphones and pretend I eclipsed complaining of technical problems, which by the way dopo arriveranno davvero, ma oramai sarà troppo tardi e io per quella gente sarò sempre soltanto quel povero coglione con la maglietta dei sepultura che ci ha quasi sfanculato un bel sabato sera. per il bene di tutti il giorno dopo mi son tirato su a fatica e son tornato a servire i fritti misti, che in effetti sono quelle lì le robe che mi competono veramente. abbiamo il bignè al cioccolato, il pavesino con la marmellata, semolino, semolino al cioccolato, amaretto, cavolfiore, bistecca, salsiccia e mela. ti snocciolo l’elenco, te mi dici quello che vuoi e te li ritrovi recapitati nel piatto che non fai neanche in tempo a dirmi grazie che io son già passato a quello di fianco che gli risnocciolo da capo la filastrocca del bignè al cioccolato e il cavolfiore. cervello e polmone solo su prenotazione.
atro.C.T.X.Z.B.tion
sul nostro blog le scalette ed eventualmente le foto
Monday, December 4, 2006
Iodized Saltwisdom Teeth
nobody dance, nobody get hurt: the dio canavese sessions vol. 2
adesso che vorrei togliere philophobia da dentro lo stereo ma invece dentro la custodia di philophobia ci trovo per qualche motivo the trojan producer series box set disc one e il verde acquoso caraibico in contrast with pink synthetic Chemikal Underground is a sort of misfortune that I did not want to color correct in one of the most inexplicably malcagati Monday morning in which I have ever come across since I started to dress myself, and I will be of no comfort cut through the fog to get to the newsagent and swings and slide the pads on the journal paper in the middle of the chronicles of the day football where the first step reluctantly from one article to another because in the meantime since my team have put in play on Saturday me of the afternoon newspaper on Monday I could hardly fuck less. leaning against the tiles in the shower while the hot water works to tear away from the skin residues lager I wonder if they are really ready to live in a world without the arab strap, I wonder if it really worth the trouble to remove the Trojan Producer Series Box Set disc one from the care of or if philophobia is not quite the case to store each time I remove the disc into the disc jacket that I put on and try to pass so the next ten years to mess up everything and then see if they are really able to repair the damage and who knows that there runs a nice trip back in the midst of all the songs that I forgot or because I have not even heard of anxiety to go to the next disc. Meanwhile, the custody of philophobia the first time I'd open diciottanni e incominciavo a farmi strada da solo dentro i postumi del punk rock e mi sembrava un miracolo di riuscire ad incollarmi a questi suoni scheletrici che magari erano solo una specie di risacca o tardo riverbero delle chitarre iperdistorte e dei bpm in tripla cifra, come attaccare l’orecchio alla parete che finiva di assorbirsi il suono della canzone che avevo appena finito di ascoltare. è un bel cazzo in culo certe volte riprendere in mano le vecchie robe, sarà perché ti viene il dubbio che archiviata una decade te sei sempre ancora allo stesso punto morto di prima, sarà perché ti fai suggestionare da delle merdate che non sarebbe il caso di perderci troppo tempo sopra o magari che commuoversi a fine concerto per una the shy retirer solo chitarra and voice is clear proof that you are not yet thirty years down the balls and would be right to start leafing through the old card to your mother to search for the number of your pediatrician, who always manages to feel under those three meters of land that separates it from the ground on which you walk.
I liked the arab strap, although because of the schizophrenic psycho morphology that inhabits my brain that prevents me from stabilizing at coordinates sound stable in recent years I have heard at irregular intervals, the latest coming out with guilty of a few months late and inappropriately mixing and matching plays to share with them unworthy of the cones speakers. I could not understand how a voice so monotonous and cavernous, moving within an operating space so small, might be able to dig so deep. until I remembered that the real class you see in tight spaces, which dribble into the middle of the prairies are all good. one of the stuff that I have always liked to hear their pieces was the attack of the drum machine and to wait for the voice and guitar to appoggiarcisi scazzatamente above so that seemed to be listening to some crap shoot from the street outside the pub while the filtered 'echo of a passing car subwoofer.
Iodized Saltwisdom Teeth
nobody dance, nobody get hurt: the dio canavese sessions vol. 2
adesso che vorrei togliere philophobia da dentro lo stereo ma invece dentro la custodia di philophobia ci trovo per qualche motivo the trojan producer series box set disc one e il verde acquoso caraibico in contrast with pink synthetic Chemikal Underground is a sort of misfortune that I did not want to color correct in one of the most inexplicably malcagati Monday morning in which I have ever come across since I started to dress myself, and I will be of no comfort cut through the fog to get to the newsagent and swings and slide the pads on the journal paper in the middle of the chronicles of the day football where the first step reluctantly from one article to another because in the meantime since my team have put in play on Saturday me of the afternoon newspaper on Monday I could hardly fuck less. leaning against the tiles in the shower while the hot water works to tear away from the skin residues lager I wonder if they are really ready to live in a world without the arab strap, I wonder if it really worth the trouble to remove the Trojan Producer Series Box Set disc one from the care of or if philophobia is not quite the case to store each time I remove the disc into the disc jacket that I put on and try to pass so the next ten years to mess up everything and then see if they are really able to repair the damage and who knows that there runs a nice trip back in the midst of all the songs that I forgot or because I have not even heard of anxiety to go to the next disc. Meanwhile, the custody of philophobia the first time I'd open diciottanni e incominciavo a farmi strada da solo dentro i postumi del punk rock e mi sembrava un miracolo di riuscire ad incollarmi a questi suoni scheletrici che magari erano solo una specie di risacca o tardo riverbero delle chitarre iperdistorte e dei bpm in tripla cifra, come attaccare l’orecchio alla parete che finiva di assorbirsi il suono della canzone che avevo appena finito di ascoltare. è un bel cazzo in culo certe volte riprendere in mano le vecchie robe, sarà perché ti viene il dubbio che archiviata una decade te sei sempre ancora allo stesso punto morto di prima, sarà perché ti fai suggestionare da delle merdate che non sarebbe il caso di perderci troppo tempo sopra o magari che commuoversi a fine concerto per una the shy retirer solo chitarra and voice is clear proof that you are not yet thirty years down the balls and would be right to start leafing through the old card to your mother to search for the number of your pediatrician, who always manages to feel under those three meters of land that separates it from the ground on which you walk.
I liked the arab strap, although because of the schizophrenic psycho morphology that inhabits my brain that prevents me from stabilizing at coordinates sound stable in recent years I have heard at irregular intervals, the latest coming out with guilty of a few months late and inappropriately mixing and matching plays to share with them unworthy of the cones speakers. I could not understand how a voice so monotonous and cavernous, moving within an operating space so small, might be able to dig so deep. until I remembered that the real class you see in tight spaces, which dribble into the middle of the prairies are all good. one of the stuff that I have always liked to hear their pieces was the attack of the drum machine and to wait for the voice and guitar to appoggiarcisi scazzatamente above so that seemed to be listening to some crap shoot from the street outside the pub while the filtered 'echo of a passing car subwoofer.
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