Novas Bandas #6

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50 Feet Tall
Air Formation
Bloody Tourists
Black Bombaim
Experimental Aircraft
Esteban Device
Fire Zuave
Girls Brake Hearts
Lost Children Net Label
My Raining Stars
Nowhere Nothing
Persephone's Bees
Prairie Fire Organitizing Committee
Shimura Curves
The Manhattan Love Suicides
The Vandelles
The Vanguard
The Caribbean

Summer Tape Mix '08

A uma semana de gozar um merecido periodo de férias, aqui está a costumeira Summer Tape. Desta feita a grande novidade consiste no facto de se encontrar "Mixada" como se de um dj set se tratasse.
Como o programa ainda é recente, irão desculpar-me alguns erros técnicos (pregos) e ocasionais oscilações sonoras, mas o que conta é a atitude, e por isso toca a fazer o download da minha
Summer Tape Mix '08e depois digam de vossa justiça.

Segue o alinhamento:
01. combustible edison - miniskirt
02. cardigans - Sick and Tired
03. someone still loves you boris yeltsin - Think I Wanna Die
04. boy least likely to - be gentle with me
05. the submarines - You, Me, & The Bourgeoisie
06. auto dropouts - drop the bombs
07. the honeydrips- It Was A Sunny Summer Day
08. the epochs - picture of the sun
09. vampire weekend - mansard roof
10. casper and the cookies - sid from central park
11. bishop allen - ClickClickClickClick
12. Little Name - I Always See The Sun Rise
13. duffy - mercy
14. prints -Too Much Water
15. pete & the pirates - mr understanding
16. the electric pop group - i could see the lights
17. los campesinos - Death To Los Campesinos!
18. Girls In Hawaii - Plan Your Escape - sun of the sons
19. club 8 - what shall we do next
20. it hugs back - Carefully
21. monade - étoile

se a moda pega...

Não satisfeito com uma crítica ao seu trabalho, Pelle Carlberg tratou de tirar satisfações com a autora do texto. O resultado ficou registado numa canção.

Pelle Carlberg - Go To Hell, Ms Rydell

So I gave her a ring
And not exactly an engagement ring
I tracked down her number on the Internet
It was the easiest thing
She thought I was rude
To call her at home
I said I was hurt by what she had written
In that review, and now I wanted to…
She told me “this conversation is over
Send me an e-mail when you’re sober”
(And I wasn’t even drunk)

So go to hell, miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell, miss Rydell

They say that the pen
Is mightier than the sword
And I know the feeling, the devastating feeling
Cause I have been stabbed before
I worked my ass off
With babysitters every practice
While she between autumn coughs
Dispatched me with her preconceived thoughts
She told me “this conversation is over
Send me an e-mail when you’re sober”
(And I wasn’t even drunk)

So go to hell, miss Rydell
Yeah, go to hell, miss Rydell
So go to hell, go to hell
This is the only way I can approach the humiliation
It’s a bit stupid and childish, pathetic, but it’s a solution

So I wrote her an e-mail
And kept it kind of friendly too
Some adequate questions about her assumptions
Something I had to do
She never replied
She never replied