# 1. These New Puritans - Hidden This is a world attack
This is a sound attack
This is a word attack
This is a mind attack
Notre Damn me ... Sit Cana half hour now and I look cursor blinking .. (snapshot only. 1) I suspicion that now and change the blinking rate, but they get no oath, especially in the situation I am right now. I do not know where to begin. Not really I have no idea. Writing a proposal to erase, rewrite, xanasvino, a process without ending. I feel like a slur of Charlie Kaufman, trapped in a nightmare Adaptation directed from the David Cronenberg. I've already written a 1000 word job for the graduate, eyes dripping ketchup and logic says "Get to sleep and write Tomorrow was the Pharaonic gamidi ... "But my motherfucker eh .. how to sleep in such a phase? Both texts stress I have to feel since I gave a report on nationwide! "Anxiety? For the phase and the write eh asshole?" Yeah eh balls to write the stage! But this album is special to me, very special basics and is worth a particular text. Salta and jumped now shut the fuck up! " their compulsions Fuck me ... Maybe we should start from the beginning like everyone else. (snapshot only. 2)
fucking koloklise, at times you make me feel I'm the Lucky Luke and you're the galloping horse ..
My words evaporate
My words evaporate
Evaporate, evaporate
My words
All this year, from the first time I heard this record, I was in February (to be yes well riviou of arrostias), something inside me knew that we had a secure position in this list. Reserved step, how to say. And from that first hearing, then, anything else released ate this year in the relentless yob informal test of the 'Hidden'. Many I almost pass it, close enough, sometimes I believed for some few that they succeeded - with 5araki right? not imagine and far - but eventually ... nobody has done it really. Fucking irony. My favorite album for 2010 release the first days of January. As if this were not enough, the whore the irony was still an ace up its sleeve: thelontas probably tell me a massive 'Fuck you', this The despicable tabloid, the SBA, the offices to which I have so much to set off against long should already be Han aftoanaflechthei spontaneously, this koloperiodiko So not only wrote rave reviews about this last essay of These New Puritans, but - hark, hark! - and proclaimed the album of the year! Your lips are like a sunset glow
Your smile is like a morning sky
Yet leave me, leave me, let me go
And see the land where corals lie
The land where corals lie.
Anyway. Stranger things have happened. Is not it? As someone said mui importante guy, if you put a few hundred thousand monkeys thrashing keyboards for a few million years, will eventually create the new Harry Potter. Or something like that anyway. You get the point. The SBA has his first, for a long long time, the right choice. Because the 'Hidden', quite simply, is one of these rare albums for which they speak and to 2-3 decades. Gkaranti.
Remote places where we'll go.
Without a doubt
I don't think the stars are symbols.
But let's find out.
And here we go
up into the stars.
The IP and do it the fop Jack. There kolose. He thought, "we formally chitakia 1-2 with Beat Pyramid, and now will play all or nothing. " Download So the phones, shut the blinds, saw and sometimes Altered States in caps and made to staniarei a disc using some oboe, many percussion, a few of Bassac, generators, drum machines, many blimplikia, chains and samples of swords and other sharp objects while managing to find a little space in this patchwork of about 30 seconds paramorfomenis guitar. So, for xechou. And just like that, we are fucked minds. FROM the little lad.
I'm not an actor, I don't have lines to say
Until I write them all down on this piece of paper.
So are you ready, you are my sound muse.
Digital war-calls with black sails and black magic.
may become excessive. That told me everyone learned early that the No. 1 this year I would be this album. "Okay MORE in phase, a good record, but No. 1 pal; Too much ..." Ayti the phrase should be the last I heard months more often than it sounds sample 'AMILI' in the title track of Lil 'Wayne. What to say. Maybe I have a problem (actually sure I have a problem). Perhaps the fault that had fortunate to share this album and the recent livescore with a man very close, very close to me. Now that I think may be to blame to some extent excellent, full power psarotiki livescore appearance of the band in general warm Plissken who made their bow and tyrantes forountes, mystakioforous Hipsters running to hide (endless pleasure). Who knows. As it may, the fact remains that nothing eh, nothing we say, what-po s another year I did not created the tremendous multitude of emotions that I created here is the tray.
Shadows dance back up, it's happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:
"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know. "
What protoperigrapseis in this album? Where to start? From the creepy, totally otherworldly orchestral interludes and choruses that bring to mind by Jerry Goldsmith's 'The Omen', by Angelo Badalamenti's Cite Des Enfants Perdus and good old 'Tubular Bells' Mike Oldfield; From the sin beats and basslines that could be the product of an unholy collaboration between hypothetical to Timbaland, the Missy Elliott and possessed Ghost (God) John 'Coil' Balance of time Scatology / Horse Rotovator; Do by the percussion that make your nose meat? Or from the muddled, fragile, as serious as your life vocals of Barnett; Maybe from the seductive cryptic, repetitive lyrics that are reminiscent of rapping from a parallel universe in which self-destructive geniuses like by Ian Curtis and Adrian Borland live and work with P. Diddy and Jay-Z; Or, and perhaps most importantly, from an album that seemingly so over the top, so arrogant, so full of pride, both 'art eh pussy' may maintain the seriousness and artistic integrity in full throughout the duration, from the first notes of the calm before the storm 'Time Xone' creepy until the last seconds of ominous epic, inexpressible '5 ';
It was September, harmful logic
It was September, this is attack music.
It was September, holy relic
It was September, this is attack.
riviouer Someone wrote on the internet, "this is music you can pretty easily imagine soundtracking large international weaponry deals." I would like to add, "and the ensuing final battle that brings about the end of the world." really impossible to think best description of him. If the end of the world had soundtrack, the Hidden would be, for me at least, the first choice. Attack Music D phase. Fire-Power and the caps that moves yet. Only. Imagine a little background in stage fall and see the nuclear mushroom to rise on the horizon, just in time that realizing that the shit has not only come out for an innocent (and good) rantevoudaki with the fan but has reached third base and the good morning, listen to them finally the drums We Want War ... And with a bitter smile on his lips to exclaim, "We got the money now! - At least it will do with gamati background music, and this is something! "
Shut the door, shut the door
because I'm staying here.
The world might disappear under blankets of snow.
I remember many years ago, you know when the MySpace was still relevant, that after continued swelling had I sit and bend to fill one of these yperdimofili Jungian type personality test that all the Avery post him to a disturbing enthusiasm. I had feeling a lot of questions: "In a certain context, a nuclear holocaust would be exciting. True or false?" . A voice inside me shouting "false ennoeita eh asshole, mercy!" - and of course I wrote f as my balls I usually do by clicking the 'true'. Maybe so crazy with this album, for the same reasons - perhaps more often than anyone would consider healthy - I think a nuclear holocaust a hypothetical, say, an interesting solution to many problems of this fucking world. I feel like listening to experience both and the moment of impact of nuclear and life in the desolate, full of gray snow never melts, post-apocalyptic world 10 years later. It is an experience noisy, ugly, lonely, reassuring to the telesidikotita, katharktiki, sterile, yet filled with the most intense emotions, a soundtrack suitable for those who really feel their skin, even once hell, the absurdity of existence in all its glory. We'll think till our minds align,
That's when we're slicing through time
Three thousand thoughts in our minds,
That's when we're slicing through time.
sincerely try this time with tooth and nail, through the terrifying my limited literary capacity to move in writing all these dangerous charming, beautiful in their immediacy things keep getting this album and quite simply ... I can not. Forgive me any sophisticated expressions (there are few). Forgive me too if motivated by this post, listen to the album and find it awful, or worse, boring. I said, I have a problem. But somehow, somewhere, had to exorcise how much me sick is this fucking album. After they 've said it before: the blog is actually performing debts tsampatzidikis psychotherapy.
And the 'Hidden' took her far, far behind, with a strange απολαυστικό τρόπο.
Words enshrined in air, words enshrined in air.
You are in the sky, I will meet you there.
Your name becomes cosmic in my mind
rangeless, endless and my blood explodes.
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