Harold And Kumar Party Scene

Disco: Helville De Luxe (2008)

Soloist: Enrique Bunbury (Spain)

Some of my friends, fans of Heroes del Silencio, I had argued that the former lead singer of the group was currently a bad singer. Unsure of those words, I dared to judge for myself the quality songwriter Enrique Bunbury. "I do not get carried away by others' opinions," he said, and got the Helville De Luxe, the latest album by English wig. And, as suspected, dear reader / listener, I heard it immediately, with cravings providing an unquenchable curiosity. Then, after the first experience, cavilo: "Suddenly you need another chance." And, with that reasoning, I got by the ears the music of Bunbury as a dozen times. Finally, exhausted, and the repulsion of the stubbornness that has proven a thousand plagues, I threw up my final verdict: "The Henry this, do not waste your time, and that of his listeners, should spend the rest of his life in more suitable offices for his talent. Maybe accounting or carpentry are right for your life development. "

happens, then, that the Helville De Luxe is an album where he failed to analyze. Her songs lack the boldness less creative, and seem cut by scissors for an author not mediocre, but obviously bad. Not enough to handle a considerable record voice, be dressed in the garb of the fame of the past and also have the backing of a powerful record. No, all that is not enough. To make good music, it requires constant work and a light (say, for most, inspiration) to collect and organize in a remarkable knowledge of the tradition to which one belongs. And that's the big mistake of Bunbury. It seems that not only informed of the highlights in his former band, Héroes del Silencio, and had not tried to accumulate the experiences of other styles. The Luxe Helville sounds like Heroes del Silencio, but at its most bland and boring, and no flash in particular. Comment
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lyrics Bunbury is an empty exercise. Each carries a fumble that disgusts and even bitter. As annoying (yes, I say with full: annoying) than someone who was considered a great artist back in the 80 and 90, now no more than the pale shadow of its own shadow. The remaining crumbs of the great feast of music.

"my friends were right?", I think. Yes. Sad but true: Enrique Bunbury is a dreadful songwriter. If you want to check it, acquire the Helville de Luxe, and start thinking from now, what to do with the disc. I give a suggestion: use it to Frisbee.

July

Meza

How To Find Apothem Of A Prism

Disco: I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid (2008)

Soloist: Fito Paez (Argentina)

I remember in the 90s when I was in college, I was a lot of my childhood and adolescence in St. Augustine, the ultra conservative school that is located in Lima, in a wealthy neighborhood called San Isidro, when I was in fifth or sixth grade, he commented, there was evidence of me that kept as secret of sentimental value. For example, he never told anyone, not even my closest companions, who was a avid philatelist, with a magnifying glass in between, I spent hours looking at pictures of those tiny pieces of paper which, despite its tiny size, have for connoisseurs immense artistic and monetary estimates. Another of the intimacy that was brought to light my taste for rock music, and above all for the pleasure I woke up delicious melodies Fito Paez. Why should this shame? As an execrable fact. It happened during a performance in San Augustine. A group of stupid and lacking in talent, awkwardly clutching musical instruments, performed the worst version I've heard from Mariposa Technicolor. In the chorus, showing a palpable idiocy, these kids, instead of repeating the title of the song, shouting loudly: "Fito Paez is a bastard!". That was true or not this phrase was not important. The problem lay in that, since then, in the vast area of \u200b\u200bSan Agustín, was sentenced to any listener into exile Páez and mockery all over treacherous.

Currently, the matter amuses me, of course. But at the time I created a huge concern. If, driven by an outburst, reveals my hidden pleasure by the talent of Rosario, would pay dearly for my boldness, so that it hid it until my last evening in this detestable school. But luckily, life always gives revenge. And these days, that joy full of my freedoms, I can scream half a world that, after Spinetta and Charly García, and with Cerati Andrés Calamaro, Fito Paez I think is one of the great artists gauchos I appreciate most. For this reason, every time the composer has a new album, I enjoy hearing endlessly and also celebrated as the arrival of a new hope in a dull life.

The album has come to my hands I do not know if it's called Buenos Aires or Madrid. As some know, there is a product of study, but the live recording of some of the most notable of Fito. If anything binds them is the aesthetics shaped by the low number of instrumental resources. As in the case of his penultimate work, Rodolfo, this time there are songs that are accompanied only by the vibrant harmonies of a grand piano. Meeting another constant also, and feverish response from the public. When I hear such a concert, I conclude the following: a good singer is one that arouses passions with one or two hits, but with dozens or perhaps hundreds of songs that their fans enjoy and know so similar to religious front of mystical prayer.

I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid opens beautifully with 11 and 6. Fito acclaim and respectable, with a clear voice and melodic keys, release: "In a coffee were accidentally / tired in the souls of the walking ...." It is the tender story of a couple of children who enjoy the love and freedom in a moving and unorthodox. Later heard her classic love after love. With an unusual opening, Fito bankruptcy blues by adding a lot more melancholy piano, "Love after / love maybe / it looks like this ray of sunshine ...." Is there anything better than the experience of love after love? In my view, and guided by the lyrics of this song, we just really love when love comes after another. Have I used too many times the word love, no? Well, is that in recent days, by a mere desire dramatist, I have given to that term around so inexplicable and, in turn, love is beautiful. Then the surprise of the album: You, The Beatles original, sung by Fito and that Madrid's hoarse throat and sharp verb. Goes the refrain: "And you die if you kill / and kill you if you die / for love / when it dies kills / it loves to kill / never die." Tangled but accurate. That play on words carries a poetic truth that I have seen in more than one occasion. Piano keys with a joyful, Dar is giving is sung by Fito and who makes music in a bar for happy drunks. "Dar es dar / and do not mark the cards / just go," said Fito, and in this way so simple, but profound, positive hailed the release in its various hues. And finally, Mariposa Technicolor in its umpteenth version, however, still fascinates the listeners and this sad commentary.

Well, is there still a little boy who, through fear or shame, is unwilling to make their musical tastes? I hope not. Because, if there is anything that under In my experience, gives pleasure, is to shout from the rooftops the joy they give us certain works of art. This is what motivates me, for example, to keep writing these texts, and screaming, without fear that I am a music lover who ENJOY Fito Paez, like so many other songwriters. I said. July

Meza

Make Go Kart Blueprints Free

Album: Cumbia (2008)

Group: Bareto (Peru)

I put the disc Cumbia, Bareto and animal as if a force born of my body, I stand and start to dance, delivered to the joy of the sounds of the jungle and a sort of psychedelic reading of the most sensual. ***



uproot my criticism with a blunt statement: Bareto is one of the great Peruvian revelations so far in the decade of 2000. At the risk of being rejected by their beauty, because in our country is privileged too lyrical and belittles the audio-only groups, launched a project in its early stages, showed a basically Anglo-Saxon influence. However, in their statements to the press and in one piece in particular, the heat-giving and overtones of his interest in music mixed, ie the art of the West more melodic old picked up by our peers, reworked and presented with characteristics, new and mixed. Cumbia

With his latest album, Bareto far has managed to bring this concern to the Andean jungle and tropical styles. Undoubtedly, the end of your search result was stunning: his pieces are masterfully executed classic rhythms, arrangements that take hold of both the saxophone and the guitar Huancayo sharper and fast-paced, furious drum beats that stand out an atmosphere which, in its old version, tried to silence the violence of this instrument, and shouting happily celebrating in every musical climax, the passion of doing a harmonious combination of sounds exciting.

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dancing with a joy I still had not felt for a long. However, some want to stop my enjoyment: I am without a partner and, in this kind of trance-events close to the orgiastic dance performances, "it requires a companion voluptuous and captivating nature. While moving, then take the package of Cumbia and meticulously observed. Indoors, there is a queen among flowers grows gigantic, rattling their generous meat and beating his thick hair to achieve the most innocent male tension. ***



Although all parts of Cumbia are remarkable, I note with particular emphasis on the segment devoted to Juaneco and his combo. In Vacilando with ayahuasca, I find a guitar, played with a talent that starts, pushing the piece to a frenzy of madness. Since my grandmother has died is more relaxed, but not devoid of important details: the winds blow a force that causes foot shudder even to hard as a table. Then, in Women spinner and A Feast of St. John, the guitar again be emphasized: guide the pace at a speed that worries and joy, which surrounds and submit a determinant. A separate brightness is the handling of the chorus: are carnivalesque power spread. Juaneco away for style and his combo, but included in the same genre, I'm provincial, Santa Chacalón original, is a jewel of musical mishmash: Andean winds, and bordering the reggae percussion, creates a melodic atmosphere, gentle and relaxed, which invites the careful assessment of the notes and the nostalgia for the homeland left behind. Crying was de Los Kjarkas, is played with a motivating speed, led by strong winds, as if speaking to radicalism, seem to challenge the seasoned dancers to try to pursue his feverish beat. ***



Now I am not alone in a beautiful real money, the woman inside the disk is shaken with his body close to mine, her hips swaying in a spirit burning, and I, who, at this point circumstances I lost my shyness and property, including trembling and hesitant gestures, on one hand and touch it curious that trembles and throbs, these packages dazzle me and get me and I plunge into the mad passion, lust rite happy and free obstacles. "Oh, my wild fantasy, I think, given the pure movement.



*** Finally, I have to say Bareto has not only achieved an excellent record. With its deep eclecticism, has been linked to certain sectors representative of the capital, Lima, as college students, the habitues of Barranco and a handful of followers from different backgrounds, with more distant circles of the mountains and forest. Mestizaje, tell the result. And in a country with so many different bloodlines, should be celebrated. How? For listening to Cumbia Bareto and flapping in the wobbles of a jungle released. That is the highest praise for this excellent disc. Bareto, let's go party in San Juan!

July Meza