Friday, February 25, 2011

Pitchers Of Baby Born Horse

This is the rhythm of the night ...

Probably with the following article I will lose the sympathy of the few metallari rimasti: pazienza, non per questo passerò nottate in bianco. Piuttosto, il vero "dilemma" che assilla la mente di noi morbosi è questo: che fine ha fatto la disco dance? Quelle canzoni, magari stupidelle, ma che ti facevano scorrere il ritmo e la voglia di ballare? Quelle che canticchiavi tutto il santo giorno e magari danzavi in ascensore? Partendo dagli Spargo , Indeep , Imagination (band queste, in cui il basso la faceva da padrone), passando per l'intamontabile Falco , Black Box , Via Verdi (i rockettari!!!), per arrivare ai più recenti ma altrettanto validi 2 Unlimited , Ti.Pi.Cal (i picciotti !!!), Robert Miles and Gala ? And we want to talk about the spirit of those times, that shit happened to it?
For many people, now, to go dancing means being systematically screwed by prices preposterous disco "famous" stand there and make up the numbers on the track, boasting that the mere fact of being there, and then invariably get drunk or descend a paste to defeat the boredom that assails them. I think instead of those who really loves dance music knows that there is no need of bullshit to have fun: just getting carried away by the melodies and maybe go back to the busty blonde view the piano bar, and you're done! I will be perhaps too nostalgic, but the youth of today make me sick: a generation born old who does not know why grown more fun in what was once the revolution . Who now lives these phenomena has grown accustomed to everything, and gives everything for granted. The music is like Playstation, mobile phones or the hoes they admire on TV while I, their age, I looked at Holly & Benji rather than all in the field with lots .
Hardcore (not the punk, unfortunately), minimal, techno , Cock and decks ... but cos' is this shit?
dog God: Give us back Dr. Alban!

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