Gollum produced Joy Division

Yes he did!

From a modern masterpiece, 24 Hour Party People. Tony Wilson is God! You doubt me????? YOU DARE TO DOUBT ME!

Here’s evidence!

What? YOU STILL DON’T BELIEVE ME? Sod off then, you crazy 80’s obsessed safety dancer!

To live and drive in LA

There’s absolutely no excuse for what I did…

There I was, working in a gloomy thursday in Tijuana when an unknown feeling crept along my body. At first I thought it was breakfast, but no, it was the usual Daily Grind doing it’s bad mojo on me. What to do? So young, so old, no direction in life, no definite set of beliefs, not enough similes to express my feelings.

So I called a few friends, deciding on a whim that I wanted, nay, needed to go to LA, road trip-style. I finished my work on Friday, dropped a work colleague (and fellow devourer of great music) at the airport and started to drive, near midnight, towards Los Angeles.

The pounding samples of David Bowie’s I’m deranged blasted through my iPod (the car had no stereo). I decided to leave one earbud out and the other in and then rolled down the window. The noise of the wind mixed with the music and I couldn’t be happier or more alive.

I decided to call it a day (I’ve been working 16 hour shifts all week long) near 1 am, so I checked in a little motel on the freeway. Next morning, the sun shine like any other day, the air was a little hot and the coffee was quite good. Jumped into the car, hit it the iPod and back on the road, listening to a nice mixture of Grant Lee (Buffalo and Phillips), Mark Kozelek (his solo work, Red House Painters and Sun Kil Moon) and Tom Petty’s second best album, Full Moon Fever.

The scenery was gorgeous, with little mauve and white flowers in the middle of the highway, a few nice oceanside stops to watch Our Great God, The Sea and the ever drumming noise in my head saying: “What in the name of all that’s is sane are you doing?”

Was I having regrets? Of course I was. I’ve never drove in the US before, the air conditioning didn’t really work and there was no flippin’ radio! But still…it was Los Angeles. I haven’t been there since 1996.

I met a very good friend of my cousin at Amoeba Music (quite simply, the best record store I ever put my stupid feet in), which kind of reminded me of Tower Records in the 90’s, when my cd collection was just a small box in my room.

This nice girl and her friend both gave me a quick tour around, took me to guitar center to get my stinky little paws on a microKorg keyboard (it’s a flippin’ beast o’ noise! BBC Radiophonic Workshop, we salute you!) and even had a great burger at In ‘n’ Out.

“Any plans for later?” was the question both made and I really had no idea.

“To be honest, I don’t even know why I’m having for dinner” I answered, in a playful silly tone.

So they took me to a oversee The Gray Monster (as the Chili Peppers describe LA in Deep Kick) from two viewing spots, one very near the Hollywood sign.

“Come to a gig, you’ll like the place”.

“Anyone I know?”

“Probably not!”.

My kind of gig.

So, after a few quick errands and a Tamarind slurpee (actually more like crushed ice with a bunch of tamarind pulp mixed in), we got to this place called The Knitting Factory, which I gotta admit didn’t look too nice, but inside, well, remember how I said I felt Amoeba Records was like Tower Records in the 90’s? Well, The Knitting Factory was just what I imagined a proper rock club would be like in the 90’s.

Hey, any place where there’s a big Ramones badge gets the big up from me.

With backstage passes (courtesy of Anisha, the friendly rock promoter), I took a quick gander at the shady and ominous underworld of rock. To be honest, it’s not too different as the one in Mexico, although I gotta say that it “feels” like rock gets a little more love in the US than in Mexico. It’s a hunch, really, no evidence and I might be wrong.

So, backstage, musicians and roadies (actually, no roadies, just hanger ons like me) prepping up, when I overhear this conversation between two dudes about Dr. Who. I decided to join in and one of them (his name was Salvatore) kinda suggested that I check out the set of the band he was playing with, Io Echo. I suggested him to check a few series (Spaced, Black Books, IT Crowd, Life on Mars) and shook hands.

I told Linda (the friendly girl that so graciously gave me a tour of LA) that I just love that “sense of dread” (or energy or whatever) you get before a gig. You can just feel it in the air, supercharging the attitudes and feelings of the musicians, growing so much until it explodes on stage. Let me tell you this, it showed, with flying colours. Let’s see a quick round up of the guilty parties involved:

Dead Sara: They opened the gig and the sheer energy Emily Armstrong (singer) has really dissipated that energy and “sense of dread”. They sound like a weird mix between Veruca Salt, with a dash of Hole and some rightful screaming near the caliber of Pet. The guitar player, Siouxsie Medley (what a great name!), really did a few cool riffs here and there, enough to warrant a few “classic rock moments”, like, I dunno, standing on top of an amplifier and taking all the music in. Fun times. The stand out track? Mother Teresa. Check them out right here.

Endless Hallway: I kind of missed some bits from their set, but what I heard was quite good. A little electronic jiggery pokery over moments of good ol’ fashioned rock peppered the set. I would definitely will listen to them a little more. I think the track I remember the most is Toppled Dynamo. They still haven’t a record out, but there’s a few nice tunes in this trusty little site.

Io Echo: Even if I don’t give the impression, I am a man of my word. I arrived just in time just to see the beginning of the set. I remember that I asked Salvatore what genre were they (I do have a problem saying the word genre…not because I hate the term, I just can’t pronounce the damn word!). His answer? Rock. With a little dark girl thing. It sounds a little iffy, but it’s the best way to describe their music. It’s rock, it’s creepy and it’s right there, with atmospheric keyboards, guitar feedback (love ‘em!) and a fantastic lead singer that made me, a Beatles hater, actually like a song by the Fab Four. I bought a cd from them at the end of the show and talked with them for a while. More on that later, in the meantime, why don’t you pay them a visit at their myspace?

Sonny: One word: INTENSE. Another band with a mixture of electronica and rock, with an excessively charismatic frontman (who is Sonny) and a band armed to the teeth with crazy loops, ebow abuse and enough energy to make San Andrews Fault think twice about messing with this fine city. I didn’t get the name of the songs (I was flippin’ tired) but I’m pretty sure they played Moss. The voice of Sonny reminds me a bit of Claudio Sanchez from Coheed and Cambria, just a little more soothing. Check their sonic waves of madness right here.

So, after the show ended, I decided to go and have a quick chat with the nice fellas from Io Echo. Classy and wonderful people, all of them. I asked Io (the lovely singer) what were the influences and The Smiths got checked. She also told me about Cursive and Radiohead (Kid A and Amnesiac). It was quite nice to find there’s someone else who really enjoys amnesiac (I tried to remember the name of Packt like sardines in a crushed tin can, but failed to pronounce it properly, instead went for the magic of I might be wrong.). We talked a bit more about music (She likes Ida and Godspeed! You black Emperor!, so she’s well educated!), took a few pics and then parted on our merry ways. On the way out I slapped my head, since I remembered that the influence I felt a lot on the song I’m on fire was Stabbing Westward’s Crushing Me (my fave song from their second cd).

I spoke to Linda and Anisha a bit more and then searched for a hotel. I settled for a Avant-Garde (in the Bukowski way) hotel in La Brea, went for a nice salad at Ihop and lost a few hours on an Internet Cafe. I lost all sleep near 6 am and decided to go to a coin op washing place, where I didn’t met a shopgirl that looked like Claire Danes, but I hummed Lilly and Parrots while I did my washing. I played some Ms. Pacman (I made a record, yay me!) and then went for breakfast with Linda and her mom at Ihop.

I really had to leave for Tijuana to catch my plane back to Mexico, so I said my goodbyes in a nail saloon and hightailed back to Mexico, with a few stops for gas and a nice long look at the sea. Tom Petty kept me company, while I tried (and failed) to sing Runnin’ down a dream.

Got to Tijuana, hopped on the plane, arrived at Toluca, went home and slept like a little baby. It was a great road trip. No, I didn’t have a “coming of age” moment, I’m not a better man and I’ll probably be cranky the rest of the week (and at the end of the month, when the bill comes and I see that maybe I bought ten cds too many at Amoeba). On the bright side, I did things I always wanted to do: a gig in LA, using coin op washing machines, using a self service pump and not failing, getting into cool conversations with unknown people. Little things that probably are meaningless, but I just wanted to do. I didn’t get to see Los Angeles as Bukowski described them ( I was at the wrong side ) and I probably could’ve spend less money, but it was damn worth it.

Oh, and I got to hear Mistress (by Red House Painters) and Runnin’ down a dream (by Tom Petty) while doing a 100 mile per. I got to say “A Repo Man’s life is always intense” to a group of random strangers (poor graduates!). And I have something new to talk and rant about.

I love life.

Egads, another Visual Guide to…

Torchwood – Kiss Kiss Bang Bang ( 2008 )

So, it was … so-so… a lot of good things could be done here, but it goes into neutral silly mode and never changes gear. The team seems to be a little more united (either because of the “emotional journey” from series 1 or some serious rethinking of the series due to fan backlash) and less b1tchy. Jack is still Jack (emote a bit, dude, it won’t hurt you) with the occasional bits of good acting. James Marsters is doing Spike again, sadly.

I don’t mind having bisexual or gay characters. But I dislike the sense that they are used as an excuse to label the show as “edgy”. No, it’s not. Having two dudes kissing does not make you edgy. It even feels a bit like a gimmick. There’s shows that have gay/bisexual characters that are better written, but then again, it’s a scifi show, so I shouldn’t be that harsh with it…only with the hype it’s being surrounded (mostly by the creators, not the general public).

I liked the bits on the container area (yeah, poison kisses!) and how the team is starting to act like one again. Owen is a bit less of an idiot, Tosh gets maybe a few more lines, Gwen is schizophrenic and Ianto… well, I’ll let you know my opinion on the next ep, ’cause in this one he’s a cypher again.

Quick thoughts:
-Yay, it’s Spike!
-”Bloody Torchwood!” You tell em, grandma!!!!
-Wtf? A frickin’ fish!?!?!
-Hey, Jack’s Back!
-Hey, they are it again!
-Whooaaaaaa… cool it with the Daffyd Moments, mate!
-Uh, no one see that coming? He’s the fekkin bad guys, you buncha idiots!
-No, NOT THE RESET BUTTON… ahhh sod it.
-Wait, not everything’s alright… they guy that was going to get his throat cut got it!!! CRAP!
-Gray? wtf? Is that the series arc?

Anyhoo… let’s go for the visual ratings:

Amount of times you wish it was a silent show

Character changes that feel more like “out of character moments”

Times you thought to yourself: hey, it might be something good!

…out of which IT DELIVERS!

…out of which you say to yourself: I hope the next one is better

Daffyd moments

Times you say to yourself: Adult drama? My arse!!!

Cap Jack’s campy moments (in the dozens)

My reaction to the “Ooooooh! Story arc bits being dropped!” moment

FrillyRating:

Golpe Avisa Emo 2a. Parte

GOLPE AVISA EMO’S 2ª parte.

Bueno pues creo que ya aclaramos que si no se ven por ahí blackers o metaleros golpeados, es porque no se comparte la misma sensación de invasión de ellos para con los demás; creo que a nadie le importa si su filosofía es algo dadaísta, simplemente es el hecho de hablar de las ideologías ajenas sin conocerlas, y a ello van los siguientes dos puntos:

3. Infórmense

Primero que nada, The Cure no es ni tantitito emo OK????? Si quieren digan que intentaron fallidamente tomar influencias musicales de Smith, pero raíz suya, ¡jamás! ¿Ven? Si son objetivos y por su bien espero que si: The Cure, Mayo 1978 – Rites of Spring, Febrero 1985 (sí saben quién es Rites, no??): o sea, la música emocore empezó casi diez años después del post-punk al que pertenecía The Cure en sus inicios, luego es dark wave, luego goth, etc, pero NO ES EMO; ni lo son los ánimes, ni el maquillaje blanco, ni los converse, ni los ballet pumps, etc, etc. ¡¡Estos son sólo ejemplos del tipo de datos imprecisos e inventados que son los que ponen a las demás sub-culturas de puntas!!! Si yo tengo una cultura que es prácticamente mi estilo de vida y alguien viene y me dice cosas tergiversadas de la misma, por supuesto que me pongo histérica. (lo cual aclaro, tampoco es razón para agarrar a patines a nadie). Ah, y por cierto, si Tim Burton dice que jack no es emo, NO ES, Y SE ACABÓ, él lo creó.
Estaría de pelos que antes de decir “soy emo”, investigaran qué SI es emo y qué se está tomando como mera influencia, como la vestimenta a la punk (las playeras de malla son maaaaaaaas punk todavía que las mangas a rayas!!! Y si conocieran las tendencias lo sabrían!!!!!!), por ejemplo, y les aseguro que nadie, les llovería a insultos y manotazos.

4. Origen y Evolución
También es recomendable que se pongan de acuerdo si el emocore es antecedente, o de plano se cambian el nombre porque primero dicen que de ahí viene el “vocablo”, y luego que no, que su “ideología” (pregúntome yo..¿¿¡¡cuál???!!!) es totalmente otro rollo. Igual, siendo el único antecedente real de algo llamado Emo, aquí les resumo rápidamente lo que fue esta corriente y sus similitudes/diferencias con la actual… claro está, desglosado en otras cuantas entregas más…

tiempo de bateador de emergente

…me dice el gaznápiro de FrillyShirtCyberman (someone spam his arse!) que el gamberrete de NoisyBishop no puede escribir nada esta semana…

Y me arruina mi super debraye de decadencia suburbana!

Ni modo… un poco de musica que parece sacada de una misa negra de los Pitufos:

Se llaman Battles, tienen miembros de Don Caballero y Helmet y francamente, el disco es una locura.

Pero bueno, post corto, Noisy, me debes una. Siguele e invocare a…. ZIPPY!

A poisonous visual guide to…

Doctor Who – The Poison Sky ( 2008 )

So, there I am, 3 am, fiiiiiiiiiiiiinally arriving from another Saturday working as a bartender (never mix absinthe with vodka with tequila, kiddies) and lo and behold, the Mad Martha Torrent was there shiny in all it’s illegal glory…and I didn’t watch it ’cause being a bartender can be hard on ye…

Anyyyhoo, i gave it a view today and you know what? It wasn’t that bad. I quite enjoyed it even if it’s the nth invasion of earth story (whoa, is it the Pertwee years again?). The cliffhanger was solved as expected, there was a fun-fun shootout and Martha’s Evil Clone acts better than the silly bint does (which isnt a lot, really). Donna goes a bit Nyssa and does rather nothing and there’s a lot of dodgy science going around here. The Big Flame o’Burning (TM) apparently didn’t burn anybody nor any plane nor any fowl nor anything at all, it seems.

Cribbins? He’s the man, really. I get a hint of Patrick Troughton… the way he talks and all, it reminds me of The Mighty Trout, dunno why.

Finally, some aliens that aren’t bulletproof… wonder why the heads didn’t collapse or some green goo came out of their mouth (ala 2 docs!)

The “wtf?” moment was courtesy of Bingo, of course. I might have a theory of what’s going on, but it’s quite stupid and frankly I don’t think they’ll go there…

Random Thoughts:
-Martha really is going the “Nyssa way”… useless in Who, useless in Tosswood… both had a nice-ish rump, that’s it!
-WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was that who I think it was??!!?!?! BINGO!
-Did they bought a cd of jokey sound effects? The lasers sound like sh1t!
-Donna plays WHACK A MOLE!!
-Biggest Plothole? NO GARETH JENKINS!!!!! Where is he?!?! A fix with Sontarans said he saves us! Jimmy wouldn’t lie, would he?
-ARE YOU MY MUMMY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
-A kiss after humanity is saved? wtf? is this a Michael Bay movie?
-How can they do the “SONTAR HA!” thing if they are pointing guns?! And is it really that expensive that they must reuse the footage from last ep?
-”I set the planet on fire, but don’t worry, nothing happened”
-The evil Tween … Vaughn he aint… Camp it up dude!

Anyhooo, the Visual Guide y’all probably tired of:

Amount of times we get the cool “UNIT theme”

Times you think Raynor will do something cool on her script

Times you JUST know RTD messed aboot here:

Silly “Gringo’s are madddddddd” “for the lulz!” moments

Times the human baddies (Marthaclone and the idiotic kid genius) go into “Diabolical Acting” mode


Stupid “oooh they are really small!” jokes

Times you think Cribbins looks like an old Patrick Troughton

Reasons why DAVO is the perfect Father in law

Moments o’Feepo (TM)

Reasons to see the next episode

More “the Doc is bad, bad, BAAAAD!” mum moments

Times you think Cribbins deserves his own fekkin’ series

Stupid companion moments:

Proof that the work of Davo is SACRED!!!

Red Berets that have red shirts

FrillyRating:

RTD says:
IT DELIVERS!!!

Silly captions:

It’s pass the kool aid day!

Fekkin Pamela Nash!

The Doctor in Mexico City

Man, if this was Torchwood….

CRÓNICAS HOMORODIANAS RELOADED Vol. I

Lo recuerdo aún. Fue hace algunos años cuando envié mi última reseña de concierto a la redacción de la desaparecida revista (Dios la tenga en su baño) EN BUSCA DE RE. Una crónica triple sobre Dave Matthews Band, Pearl Jam y Nine Inch Nails en Metro Detroit. Fechas distintas pero la misma sensación de “me siento viejo a los 26″

Con sorpresa que no pude ocultar (inserte aqui emoticon de asombro de Windows MSN) recibí un sobre color azul pastel en mi charola de correos del trabajo. No había señal de su autor por afuera, sólo una frase self-explanatoria escrita en plumon negro: “wanted:writers”. El texto interno no lo revelaba de forma explicita, pero pronto supe (por el estilo iconfundiblemente irónicómicóníricórdial) de quien se trataba: Saul Duke.

La invitación no podía haber llegado en mejor momento. A solo unos días de ir al muy anunciado y poco vendido ZERO Fest en la Ciudad de México, bien me caía reanudar mi abandonada afición de cronista de conciertos. Una selección de bandas que ni el mismo André Bretón hubiera imaginado poner juntas en dos escenarios adyacentes (e.g., Miranda y Smashing Pumpkins, Belanova y The Mars Volta) y una organización del calibre de los mejores festivales de la Hermana República de Gringolandia eran la promesa alrededor del evento.

Asi es que sin hacer más el cuento largo, las crónicas homorodianas están de vuelta. Bienvenidos.

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++Celebrando el Cincou de Mayou-soldadous valientezz RECORDS presenta++

CRÓNICAS HOMORODIANAS RELOADED Volumen 1: “El ZERO (no) Fest” (Close Caption where available)

Los HIGHLIGHTS:- Muy buena organizacion y ambientacion Coachella Style! Carpas geodesicas con sonidos selvaticos para protegerse de las inclemencias del clima, palmeras artificiales, el ZERO BAR, ZERO TV, y ZERO RADIO, hojas monumentales para taparse del sol.

- La seleccion de bandas rindio para todos los gustos. No hubo violencia entre tribus urbanas.

- Los accesos y estacionamiento se vieron finalmente beneficiados por la finalizacion de las obras en Viaducto y Rio de la Piedad.

- La buena produccion de los videos que se proyectaban en las pantallas gigantes promocionando el festival y otros eventos proximos de OCESA

- Austin TV vestidos de Charros con caras de Calaverita de dulce dando un show de CALIBRE MUNDIAL. Fue uno de los momentos cumbre del evento.

- Kinky poniendo a danzar al respetable!

- Chetes con su look de Jesucristo hippie interpretando “Abre los ojos” del hombre sinte.

- El respetable entonando a todo pulmon “Aqui” de Jumbo

- Los Pumpkins empezando su performance con las iconicas notas de Today

Las areas de CONTINOUS IMPROVEMENT:

- La Curva 4 es aun un lugar donde podria haber mas pasto y menos polvo.

- El sonido fue un tanto deficiente en algunos momentos (parece que nunca se me va a hacer ver a Ely Guerra sin que tenga fallas de audio y/o de guardarropa)

- Las largas colas para comprar una hamburguesa

- El set de la Gusana Ciega no prendio mucho esta vez.

- El set de los Pumpkins pudo haber tenido mas rolas y menos improvisacion…igual que el de los Volta

Las frases del ZERO fest:

- “Miren…aqui esta Mars Volta!” (Daniel Gutierrez senialando a un joven de melena afro dentro del publico que veia a la gusana)

- ” I’ve heard that there has been some trouble in Mexico with some kids dressed in black calling themselves emo or some fu%&ing buls%^t like that…..well, let me tell you something, WE DON’T WANT ANY VIOLENCE TONIGHT, this is a fu%&ng rock concert and we are all here to enjoy!” (El vocalo de My Chemical Romance en referencia a las luchas entre “tribus urbanas”)

- “mataremos emos esta noche. atte el chupapunk”…..(un letrero mostrado en la pantalla donde por $3.50 pesos podias mandar mensajes de texto para que fueran leidos por todo el festival)

- “Hola Mejico…Como estan?” (Billy Corgan en un muy bien pronunciado espaniol ….a muy bajo volumen)

- “MAS FUERTE, MAS FUERTE!! SON LIIIIBRESSSS, MAS FUERTE!!!!!” El frontman de los Austin TV al pedir que la gente “coreara” el riff de una de sus rolas.

- “Desata tu furia TLALOC!!!!” Uno de los asistentes al pedir que se soltara la lluvia por 3era vez a lo largo del festival

- “And God said, let it be drums…and He created Jimmy Chamberlin” (Billy Corgan presentando a su fenomenal bataco y amigo)

El ZERO fest en numeros:

- 33, 187 el numero de “almas gritando” de acuerdo a los displays en pantalla.
- ZERO, el numero de veces que tocaron los pumpkins la cancion del mismo nombre
- 4, las veces que llovio intermitenmente a lo largo del dia.
- 32, minutos que se paso improvisando Mars Volta en la version extendida de Drunkship of Lanterns
- 10, los metros de tela del escenario rojo en los que se enredo Cedric Zavala al mas puro estilo “ninio heroe”
- 120, pesos el costo de un morral de Austin TV, de muy buen disenio
- 160, pesos el costo de las playeras oficiales
- 40 a 60, pesos el de las piratas

Y finalmente….. ZERO, la cantidad de refrescos del mismo nombre que parecian estarse vendiendo (a pesar del despliegue mercadologico, la preferencia prevalecio en la cerveza y la coca regular)

H.Rodans

Golpe Avisa EMO 1a. parte

¿Porqué a los EMO’s?

Bueno y qué se le va a hacer? Si todo mundo habla de eso pues ahí voy yo de metiche. Acá en México está de moda el tema, y aún más golpearlos en la glorieta!!! No me gusta que le peguen a la gente, se ve feo. Los emo son personas y es todo lo que hay que entender. Al principio consideraba que mientras el emo no venga a tu casa y te jale el fleco hasta que te llegue al cuello, no debiera haber problema, pero he pensado en sacar algunos consejos e información útiles para que los pobres Emitos eviten las golpizas, porque todo tiene una razón y debiera tener también su reacción. Para abarcar varios puntos (y rellenar más posts, siiiii!!!!) lo voy a dividir en varias entregas, y aquí está la primera: puntos uno y dos…

1. Objetividad

Antes que cualquier otra cosa, debemos tener la mente abierta y aceptar la realidad como es. Los Emo ya están aquí, aceptémoslo. Pegarle a la gente a manera de berrinche es bastante animalezco. Por otro lado, emitos, hay muchísimas sub culturas, y casi todas comparten al rock y el heavy metal entre sus raíces, y todos duermen tranquilos con eso. Si todos les reclaman lo mismo (ignorancia), sería bueno ponerse a pensar si realmente conocen al grupo X que llevan en la playera, o si saben en verdad quién es el monito Y que dicen es su raíz, o sólo lo repiten porque un compañerito se los dijo mientras se cortaban las venas juntos.

2. Definir

Ya que el principal problema que tienen con las demás subculturas es aquello de que les tergiversan sus ideologías e historias, lo cual quieran o no es invasivo, estaría muy bien que encontraran sus propias raíces. Yo tengo entendido que la estirpe Emo viene desde los tiempos inmemoriales, cuando la mama loba de Rómulo y Remo abandonó al niño bastardo que le habían aventado, hijo de la diosa del sufrimiento agresivo y el semi-dios de las cortadas en las muñecas. Como esto le creó una gran angustia, se descuidó por mucho tiempo hasta que el cabello lo cubría como al tío cosa y viajó hasta el polo norte donde se congeló en sus lágrimas, hasta que el calentamiento global lo sacó de su tumba de hielo el año pasado.

¡Listo! Ahora sólo encuéntrense un líder a la L. Ron Hubbard y tendrán su propia secta magi-religiosa……….. qué Frilly????

Frilly: (&%$/))%#”$/)=!!! AHOOOGAH!

Si, si Frilly, bueno ya, eso no es verdad. Pero si es verdad que sería mucho menos conflictivo simplemente aceptar que son una corriente nueva, lo cual no es malo, en vez de idear principios majestuosos como si San Internet no pudiera decirnos la verdad en segundos.

—continuará—

(nota del editor: Emma es buena chica, no pone lo que realmente le dije…)

Bienvenida a los posts en español…

Just so you don’t say we are a bunch of Anglophiles in here, now we’ll have some regular posting in spanish…

Emma and Rodans, take ‘em away…we leave the public in your quite capable hands…

They really don’t want too much repeat airtime, do they?

First Prayer got sacked off MTV because of the “sensibilities it affected” and now this….

WTF, Draiman, my main pierced man?

Still, fight the good metal fight, mates… their new video, inside the fire, is at Ultimate-guitar.