Friday, September 28, 2007

Toya Tires Vs Michelin Tires

England

Before continuing the series on our old friends I want to pick on the first album Strange Death of Liberal England, "Forward March!", passed relatively unnoticed on its release in early July. I myself have already briefly mentioned this group of Portsmouth few months ago with the release of their first 45 laps, the awesome "A Day Another Day." I compared the time to an imaginary group in which members of Silver Mt Zion resume the Arcade Fire. To listen to eight tracks that make up this short album I can now refine this a little description. Imagine instead a Silver Mt Zion leaving all his claim to the locker room, focusing on principal, to create real small pop songs where there would be no room for ramblings erreintantes their leader. Add to that the excitement and emotion carried by five people chanting in unison and you'll get concise and powerful songs. The Arcade Fire shadow hovering heavily on the independent rock scene for three years assimilations will rain but it would be unfair to label them as imitators (though it is hard not to think of "Power Out" listening 'Oh Solitude "). Arcade Fire themselves have done that beautifully bring up to date revenues have already been tested and approved by Talking Heads in the 80s or the Beach Boys before them.

"Modern Folk Song" opens the album on an acoustic guitar and electric intertwine delicately, used as background melodic harmonies of Adam Woolway. This first minute is misleading immediately swept by heavy artillery group, their leader saying "Thanks but I'll go my own way" as a snub to the conventional aspect of their introduction. Electric guitars are air and the rhythm starts to kick their voices in unison. "Oh Solitude," the group's second single, sounds urgency and enthusiasm of a young dreamer Army tambourines and great ideas ("I paint my dreams upon the Wall!"). "A Day Another Day" remains the single unstoppable discovered last March, as a band discovering the post-rock. Yet "An Old Fashioned War" that steals the show on this first album. The group appears to be the head of the puppet army of the Wizard of Oz for the lead at the front on a song to accelerate like a Kalinka.

On "Mozart on 33" Strange Death of Liberal England managed to avoid the feeling of repetition as a weaker due to the introduction of a banjo. Following two titles forming a sort of diptych chiaroscuro where the best feelings in the group are offset on a song where the tone and the instruments are much more aggressive and threatening. The album is finally closed on a piece dispensable in the light of what has preceded, where the group finds its deepest influences and shows the world that they have assimilated their lesson well from Mogwai.

hard to understand why an album of this caliber is also confidential. A quick glance at Hype Machine reveals that only two blogs on the thousands listed referred to the group since the release of their album. An injustice that I hope to help repair my way.

Strange Death of Liberal England - An Old Fashioned War



Video of "Oh Solitude"


Official Website - MySpace

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Free Groping In Train

Old Friends (pt 1): Stars & Okkervil River

After two and a half months of wandering I find myself at the head of a mountain of new albums to listen and digest. Before I get into the discoveries I take refuge in the comfort of known territories, new albums from some old friends. Impressions

Stars - In Our Bedroom After the War

I've never been very customer Canadians Broken Social Scene. I have long tried yet. It finally after a concert slightly annoying that I capitulated, this group does not affect me. Just the opposite of side project Cambpell Torquil and Amy Milan Stars. "Set Yourself on Fire" was one of my bedside discs in 2005 and concert in the rotunda of the Botanique in Brussels remains one of my fondest memories of scene (and I do not go too far in saying that this was the also for them if they believe a Torquil tearful repeating between each piece it is the most beautiful place in which they have never played their best gig). So what about this new album that contains both the best and worst of the band's career? If one is armed with his skip button is a great achievement, a worthy successor to "Set Yourself on Fire." After a short intro rhythm of a heartbeat "The night starts here" opens the show so ambiguous. Differences between layers of synth and low saturated feedback and voices of Milan and Campbell who responded. After the first surprise we must recognize that it works pretty well. "Take Me to the Riot", announced first single, is calibrated FM. Their two voices in unison in the verses and a catchy chorus, fast, where Campbell can be let go. Never conventional, however.

The album then flows (very) nicely to "Ghost of Genova Heights" where Campbell unleashes his inner funk. The effort is commendable but is not that Prince wants. Skip. Like all albums Stars to date (it is their fourth), the second part (B side?) Is substantially lower than the first but still of good quality if you forget "Barricade" that seems straight out of an American musical about the French Revolution. The album ends on a title against monumental Perhaps my favorite Stars to date, Campbell succeeds where all he has missed on "Barricade." Of course we must place its shell in the closet. Stars of all manner has never been a band for macho. I can not help but think of "I Fought In A War" Belle And Sebastian listened. It's an overdose of sugar (never both Campbell Croon), full of good feelings ("The Birds sing Listen! Listen The bells ring! The War Is Over!"), Pompous at will (thank you and violins soaring). It could very well be the grand finale of their musical. Yet it's perfect.


Stars - In Our Bedroom After the War


Official Site - Myspace



Okkervil River - The Stage Names


I already talked at length about "Black Sheep Boy" in these virtual pages . Stars like the previous album from Okkervil River has long worn my player. Will Sheff and his band are back two years later and one thing is sure, they want their due. Black Sheep Boy met a great success of esteem but did not (and unjust), revealed to a wider audience. They bad. Will released his electric guitar and bass drum is dusted. The tone is set immediately on "Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe". This album will definitely rock, its largest. No more cry out with an acoustic guitar in flower gardens (cf. Take Away ). The rhythm accelerates, the pianos were saccadent and a solo electric guitar couillu fact appeared. Sheff's voice soft and serious at times quieter turns to treble when he gets excited and he reveals that aggression was only suspecting him until now. "A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene", the third track on the album, the band surprised many by acrimony seems to be trying to soften the singer about her joining him in a few female hearts and a horn section.

As if he had understood the message, Sheff is a 180 °. "Savannah Smiles", a rocking rhythm of a clock and led to the xylophone. Too bad for those who had succumbed to the darker side, the rest of the album is decidedly calmer. "Plus Ones" could appear on "Black Sheep Boy, Okkervil River is the pure juice. Simple and beautiful. Somewhere at the crossroads of Americana and folk. Will Sheff to console a friend like only a man who also suffered a lot can do it, "No one wants to hear about your 97th tear ...". In the past it might have only performed this song on guitar but today he took on a piano and horns. This is the main weakness of the album. All instruments surrounding Sheff during quieter moments really fail to convince. A feeling that is found too often on songs subdued. Okkervil River works best in rock mode without complex or completely stripped but struggling to find a balance. The quieter tracks at once tinged americana pedal steel and piano seem too loaded and one finds oneself truly is to value the passages where Will Sheff finds himself alone. This balance, however, they are able, the evidence with the superb "Title Track" where the voices and instruments able to complete without ever mixing.

"Black Sheep Boy," opened on the cover of Tim Hardin's song of the same name. This time the Okkervil River decided to honor one of their seniors in closing the album. "John Allyn Smith Sails "Is gradually transformed into" Sloop John B "by Brian Wilson. "I feel so broke up, I want to go home." Very clever one that will detect a recurring theme ...


Okkervil River - Our Life is Not a Movie or maybe



Official Site - Myspace

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Merial Purevax Vaccines







さよなら 大好き な 人 花 * 花

people who love bye bye love those who love
'm still regretting
very very sad coming would return again one of my favorite people still can not forget

can not be anything left everything

myself in this miserable sorry weak large hesitation



people who love goodbye love goodbye love forever

people who love you forever and ever

cry now cry now is the

The mind will become But my favorite person


Me Hear Me Hear
said he told the last stop before the end
Tears In Closing

a smile to remember

Lời bài hát bằng romaji:
Sayonara daisuki na hito
Sayonara daisuki na hito
Mada daisuki na hito

Kuyashiiyo totemo
Kanashiiyo totemo
Mou kaettekonai
Soredemo watashi no daisuki na hito

Nanimo Kamo Kamo wasurerarenai
Nanimo sutekirenai
Konnajibun ga mijimede
Yowakute kawaisou of daikirai

Sayonara Sayonara daisuki in
hito hito daisuki in
Zutto daisuki in hito Zutto zutto daisuki
in hito wa ima

Nakanaiyo
Nakanaide ima wa Kokoro
hanareteiku
Soredemo watashi no hito daisuki in

Saigodato iikikasete
Saigomade iikikasete
Namidayo take
Saiga Egao no oku wo
Oboete Tame

Sayonara Sayonara daisuki in
hito hito daisuki in
Zutto daisuki in hito Zutto zutto daisuki
in hito Zutto zutto zutto

hito daisuki in


Tam dich Vietnamese:
"Goodbye beloved"


bye bye dear beloved
matter what, he will forever be my love. There

pity ... unfortunately
There are many sad ... very sad
I will never go back again
So he will forever be my love. I can not

forget anything
also can not throw away anything.
You're weak and miserable
And you hate yourself is so.


bye bye dear beloved
I will always love you
And he will forever be my love.


I will not cry anymore Oh, do not cry anymore
He is slowly leaving the left
heart though, he will forever be my love.

Please tell me that we ended
Please talk to me until we finish the other
tear, stop running away
Let me remember this smile.


bye bye dear beloved
I will always love you
And he will forever be my love will always
You're my love.