The Chronicles of Andalucia. The magic house, the keyhole, the hairy rock and the Скакун

The Inner Moor Land

Весна в САО

Streets of Paris

Wasted and wounded

Here's a quick update on the state of Blues as of 21st century. This is a story of a small record label called Fat Possum located in Water Valley, USA. Fat Possum is a bit like Buena Vista Social Club for Mississippi bluesmen whose age is past the life expectancy of an average African American. Only this story is way darker and funnier than any written about the colleagues from the Freedom Island, if you love black humour of course. It's about blues as a means of living your daily life soaked in poverty, murder and cheap whisky. A couple of picks, one from RL Burnside: 'I didn't mean to kill nobody. I just meant to shoot the sonofabitch in the head and two times in the chest. Him dying was between him and the Lord.' And one from T-Model Ford: 'I play the blues,' he says during a whiskey break. 'But I don't ever get the blues. After my sister died I prayed to God to please let me live like a tree. Tree don't care if them other trees is dyin'. Tree don't care about nothin'

Fat Possum presents:
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alpha_to_omega/asie_payton/
alpha_to_omega/compilations/not_the_same_old_blues_crap_vol2/
alpha_to_omega/compilations/not_the_same_old_blues_crap_vol3/

Streets of Manchester

при помощи общего согласия, мы достигнем общего согласия.

Новый альбом Фёдорова и Волкова называется "Романсы". Вот бы такие романсы почаще бы крутили по радио и телевидению вместо Старушка в ванну сядет чулок развязать. Рецензии на альбом можно не читать, там типа все как-бы в недоумении и восхищении. Сумасшедшие стихи тоже лучше не читать, погодить, послушать песни сначала, дать им проникнуть в сознание, поплавить мозг. А потом, позже, можно прочесть здесь и удостовериться если я ещё не спятил значит я уже не спятил значит я уже не сумею полюбить хороший дятел. Эх, хочется цЫтировать ещё, это - кайф, конечно. У меня стоит вопрос последнее время: где у поэтов и музыкантов реакция на жизнь в стране, ну вот она, Как хорошо в лесу Как светел снег Молитесь колесу, Оно круглее всех.

Послушать:
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Forget Cassettes

It's curious to see one get enchanted with Music. First, you pay little attention to her murmur in your ears, then you stall pensively and stare at the wall, then hand reaches for the volume control, you push it higher, face muscles relax, eyes glaze over. That's it, you're under the influence. This is how your friends will find you two tomorrow in the parks: you, silent, dreamy, with a blissful smile, her on the loop. There will be many days of obsession. She will become your Sun and your Dark Side of the Moon.

The reviews of the both albums made so far are full of "raw", "professional", "loud", "quiet", "shriek", "beauty". Fun to read. Clearly, this duo/trio has got loads of people hooked and puzzled. Me, I'm not addicted, this is only my third day of solid non-stop listening.

Reviews:
Salt - at Cluas, at pennyblackmusic, at DIS
Instruments of Action - at Dusted

Listen:
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