Among the most important groups of HC Oxnard there are certainly 'the other Stalag 13. Sound certainly owes 7 Seconds and Minor Threat, but also of people like Uniform Choice creditor or Dag Nasty to name two: addictive, fast, melodic and rock-solid HC further mixed by a shouted "high pitched" In two words: pure Nardcore! Even the cover I like a casino
"A real solid, good-sounding LP Taking Up Where Minor Threat left off with live your own life In Control lyrics. Hardcore of the best kind." -Al Flipside, from Flipside # 43, 1984 320 Kbps
close this mini-cycle of celebration with the collection of Jay Reatard (published by In the red) of individual remastered. Jay Reatard: a punk-rocker with the face fixed in softie's songs make sense, a third garage, punk third 77, added third melody in different shapes and sizes give out hours of Sixties garage rock, now full punk, sixties pop hours in low fidelity, now r'n'r load of blues. 320 Kbps
THE LOCALS - You never have fun 7'' (New York, 1980)
Pop-punk band for this spectacular little-known active circuit in the Big Apple from 1979 to 1983. Locals, out for the mythical records Sing Sing, had a reputation for being a great live band, in addition to possessing the qualities of composition out of the ordinary, I add. "You never have fun" and "Yes or no" are two exceptional pieces to feel and suffer in eternal 320 Kbps
LOST SOUNDS - Outtakes & Demos vol.1 (Memphis '99->'01)
ora non mi sovviene l'anno, posso ipotizzare un primavera 2005..
una roccambolesca notte in treno, Genova-Roma, a tentare di stare svegli dopo la quinta volta che ti trovi con una pila che ti fruga nello scompartimento.
un non precisato giro per la citta' eterna (ora che mi ricordo, giovannipaolosecondo moribondo nel letto si aggrava ulteriormente appena mettiamo piede sul suolo romano. controllo su internet: si, si, primavera 2005. a sto giro, mi lancio: fine marzo).
una visita ad un museo dove una tipa fa improbabili mega-tele ad olio con riproduzione di mostruosita' e deformazioni umane assortite.
e ancora tre ore prima del viaggio di ritorno.
un'illuminazione mi fa riconoscere il nome della via in cui si trova SoulFood, negozio di dischi di cui sentivo parlare da un po', e da qui in poi i miei ricordi sfumano in una specie di sogno dall'ambientazione semiparadisiaca, tipo la pubblicita' del caffe' lavazza, grazie al cielo senza bonolis e laurenti.
dischi fighi ovunque, prezzi abbordabili anche. in contemporanea.
e 15 euro in tasca.
mi risveglio con un Frank Zappa da 10 euro in una mano, e un 7" dei CCM da 5 nell'altra.ma qualcosa non mi torna. le mie orecchie mi fanno scuotere la testa in segno di assenso, e non I recognize the pattern. "Sorry but you just put these people are?"
and so 'I know Lost Sounds, which gets the group Jay Reatard, and dissolve exactly two months later. and are monstrously cool but I ignored them altogether.
Memphis in a garage and a new wave of paranoia, never a piece equal to another, sounds savage and irresistible synth shelf. Then again, who knows me knows that, to me with a plan I buy now. (Amemi 'is not said but it sounded better). Phantom Limbs of the first Phantom Limbs. here's what the dream of Alien Sex Fiend when the peppers are on the stomach. as part of "Do You Want to Kill Me" has an additional giovannipaolo tracollo. signori, questo e' furore.
il disco che compero, abbandonando (udite udite) Frank Zappa, e' una raccolta di out takes e demo ristampati dalla HateRecords , cioe' proprio dal tizio del negozio di dischi.
a lui va tutta la mia stima x averli raccolti e ristampati, e tutto il mio ringraziamento per il tempismo con cui li ha messi sul piatto quel pomeriggio.
a mio fratello va il merito di avere metodicamente scaricato l'intera discografia, spulciando qua' e la x la rete.
a voi invece va questo bel rippetto a 320 kbps, con cui inauguro anche Audacity, evviva il software libero sempre e anyway.
Cola freaks I have a very interesting combo Danish powerful as the original post-punk attitude definitely played with hardcore and this is their third single. remind me to bands like Wipers away or Oblivians. Well done indeed. Part of Cola Freaks was in the band Jay Reatard while '(sigh) last tour. 320 Kbps
The first solo album Jay Reatard, voice, guitar and synth sounds of the greatest Lost . Pure rock'n'roll and hard running through 15 songs that are not put together half an hour of music. This Jay solo adventure points directly to the essence of rock'n'roll: angular melodies that fit on the head, batteries and shoot a thousand guitars that grind riff on riff. Sound reminiscent of the infamous Dwarves a little, but more precise and solar. Really a good album, perfect in texture and melodic-core wounds spastic. Take a short break but understood by Folker glitchismi and various post-modern to immerse yourself in the most vulgar r'n'r in circulation: the ghost of Jay Reatard will be eager to topple him in a little 'blood. 320 Kbps
Powerful sound. Breathtaking pace. Introspective lyrics. Questa è la formula degli indigesti. La prima, vera leggenda dell'hardcore punk italiano. Un pugno di ragazzi cresciuti sull'asse Vercelli-Biella-Torino che colpisce la scena indipendente italiana dei primi anni Ottanta con musica senza compromessi e live act infuocati. La band riesce nell'impresa di portare il proprio nome anche fuori dai confini nazionali. In Europa con una serie di furiosi tour in Germania, Olanda, Danimarca; Belgio, Svizzera e Francia; e poi negli Stati Uniti, con una formidabile tournée nel 1986: 23 concerti da costa a costa, da Filadelfia a San Francisco. Motore di quella sensazionale avventura, l' L.P. della band, "Osserva ti dall'inganno". Uno dei migliori lavori hardcore punk a livello mondiale: Dodici canzoni compresse like bullets: a real challenge to the conformist society of the emerging media. A world lived with anger and analyzed in all its dangerous potential of a band of teenagers, who knew how little look into the heart of Italian society and indicate the signs of his illness. 320 Kbps
The acrobatic Ifix Tcen Tcen (those over 30 will remember "meaning" of their name ) were born as an offshoot of Cardigans as project demential-core parallel: this mythical "Liquid Party, colored vinyl and with a pussy sbrodante on the cover, is actually a collection of pop-disco-hits eighties revised and corrected, but I'd better devastated with almost perfect technical precision, to the delight of the ears of us sick of the trash-punk lovers. This
"Liquid party" is a classic disc that leads to all, first all'odiosissimo Maicol Gècson (his "Bad" here was raped for the first time). Vein of merciless Ifix they also Bitòls expenses, the Frenchi You Ollivùd Gos, Madonna, EMI Stiùart and many other Moolto trucidoni their peers. I do not want to ruin the surprise by telling you what I miss and how many pop stars of the period suffered the honor of a shameful remake by nostri.Aggiungo also concerned that the covers are interspersed with interludes brutal and cynical advertisers based on the reinterpretation of many aberrated spot in vogue in the programs of the RAI and Fininvest: From condoms to Hatù Fruittella disgusting, soft-to-bite-at- taste-of-fruit-UO-UO. What our listeners the Squallor?
be noted between the inserts also a cover of Blue Vomit ("I'm not like you") and the Germs ("The Slave"), plus two original pieces of Ifix Tcen Tcen that literally split the ass, that 's hyper-fast, narcissistic "I love you" and the final, apocalyptic "With the passage." What can I say? Masterpiece. Pure art. Collector's item required for all.
just a shame that the sequel, entitled "Over the hill" was not quite to the level of trembling debut. But for an album like "Liquid party" there are no words. 320 Kbps
TRACK LIST: 1. Time Bomb 2. Sick Boy 3. War Dogs 4. Slut 5. Maniac 6. Gunned Down 7. I Am The Hunted 8. City Baby Attacked By Rats 9. Prayer Of A Realist 10. Passenger On The Menu 11. Heavy Discipline 12. Boston Babies 13. Bell End Bop Download http://freakshare.com/files/zdvk1wva/GBH_CiBAtByRat.rar.html
TRAMINER Hardcore - regret the armed struggle ( 2009)
Tracklist :
1. Violentapatia 2. Mi Hanno Fatto Vivo 3. Modernity ' 4. Belpaese 5. Between the arms of death 6. Schiavo 7. Twentieth century (not E 'Changed A Fuck) 8. survive 9. Fatalism 10. Armed Struggle Download http://www.multiupload.com/ODWZUWJUV4
HANK WILLIAMS III - Damn, right, rebel proud (Nashville, 2008)
Hank Williams III (III for his fans, Shelton for his mother) I think is a bootleggers, a smuggler of liquor. L 'alcohol and loneliness are the leitmotif of his cursed country. The country is in III, in turn, blood alcohol ... rude and often tinged with punk'n'roll, but can be also sweet, intense and intimate and Texas lost in the endless expanses that form the economic contradictions of the 'existence of an American angry, desperate, agoraphobic and completely busted. Drinking and smoking all the time. This is the dimension that gives it life countrypunk Hank III, son and grandson of Hank Williams jr. and Hank Williams, both legends of the country. A disc with nerves to love or do not understand, a record that exudes Bukowski and Americans. C 'is also a piece of 10 minutes dedicated to GG Allin items on thumbnail The lightness of' American nightmare More than this ..... Ah yes .... 320 Kbps
I struggle to drink whiskey, smokin all the time I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights And I'm livin fast and hard and dyin hard with my god damn Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
Well I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of town That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always feelin down Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do And I'm lookin for a whore gunna fuck her black and blue My blood is like a poison, always raping you Til I make you see a side that you never ever knew Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard And I'm doin dope and smokin smoke and now I'm stealin cars
I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights And I'm livin fast and hard and diein young with my god damn Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do And I'm spittin in your face cuz I'm dominatin you Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
(And plus the fact that I don't fit into a certain genre, I don't fit in with this band or that band and I don't play this game or that game ya know, I don't kiss the political ass of the music system, I do it my way, above all, any way I feel, with anyone I can get who's willing to come along for the flight)
Pt. II
Well I drink a lot of whiskey and I'm smokin all the time And I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights And I'm livin fast and hard And dyin young with my fists upright
Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you Livin hard and doin time cause I don't give a fuck And I've been beat down and thrown around And now my friend you're out of luck
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of time That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always down Livin fast and lonely and using what I use And I'm lookin for a whore and I'm gonna fuck her black and blue
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) Well I've done my share of raisin hell ever since the day I was born Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
Well I'm always fuckin drinkin, drinkin myself blind Drinkin my own blood because I'm above the human kind Don't give a fuck and I'm always fuckin mad And don't you ever think about puttin me in your god damn rehab
My blood is like a poison always raping you It's gonna make you see a side that you never fuckin knew Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard And now I'm doin dope smokin smoke Sometimes I gotta steal me a car
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!) Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!) And I've done my share of raisin hell ever since '71 Yeah I've done my share of raisin hell ever since the day I was born
Sono particolarmente legato a questo disco. Lo comprai a 15 anni alla fottutissima FNAC (Cosa ci facesse in mezzo a quei patinati ma putridi scaffali rimarra un mistero galattico alla stregua di Stonehenge) e lo consumai a furia di sentirlo e risentirlo. Telefonavo anche ai gruppi in esso contenuti senza sapere esattamente che cazzo dire loro, ma semplicemente perché mi sembrava una figata chiamarli mentre "suonavano" nella mia cameretta. O forse perché il foglio interno mi garbava parecchio. 1989. Francia. Hardcore evolution. Hardcore: la Maman comune. Evolution: 's personal interpretation of the teachings of Maman. Les gnomes they see tiratissima, LSD, and with frequent changes of time, going as far as coining a alien language to them. The Original disease prefer its appearance and sparkling melodic and not surprising at all saw the Maman imkbracciare a skate. Now stop with the metaphor of Maman because I'm too messed up and I'm really blunt. Lyon Of Parkinson square we have already discussed here ricdonfermano and in this case to the highest levels with a great track and original piece chain. Even very large MST we have already discussed here and also in Hardcore evolution devastate everything. Details of the "terrifying" Smegmatics that practically tells the story of The Shining on a launch soundtrack fine H / C old school. REDRUUUUUM! Old school youth for the Infected, but based on more rigorous enforcement. Tecnicissimi and accurate to micromillesimo. The Flitox are officially French ... Sick of it all a feast for the ears. These are the highlights of Hardcore evolution for me, I'll do the rest find out for you. A preview will peck Les gnomes Au \u200b\u200brevoir
Among the most important groups of HC Oxnard there are certainly 'the other Stalag 13. Sound 
