Giugno 2008
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Che mi venisse in mente un’amica mia bionda vera! e dico una, eh! Giuro che ci sto pensando!
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Dei geni!
laz:
Non lo posto sotto “citazione” perché lo dovrei trascrivere per intero.
Vaffanculo all’indifferenza e all’egoismo di questo Paese di merda.
Prendetevi 2 minuti e leggetelo. Non spero che poi scendiate in strada a protestare, ma se doveste sentire un accenno di pelle d’oca … allora forse siete ancora salvabili.
Sigur Rós - “Inní mér syngur vitleysingur” (Within me a lunatic sings) So, everyone’s had a chance to listen to the new Sigur Rós album, Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust, now — it’s been streamable for a few weeks, and was finally released this week — and if it’s not one of the best albums you’ve heard this year, then there’s something wrong with you.
I won’t get too in-depth here; Sigur Rós need no introduction, and the album isn’t a huge departure from their usual sound. However, it is, perhaps, a little more accessible and digestible than their previous releases (only two songs go too far past the 5-minute mark, for one), without losing the vibrant, emotional energy they’re known for.
“Inní mér syngur vitleysingur” (Within me a lunatic sings) is the second track off the album, and one of the highlights. It embodies everything I love about Sigur Rós, containing all the signature elements — horns, glockenspiels, and the finely-crafted build up to a magnificent crescendo — without being too indulgent, in one of the best 4 minutes of music you’ll hear today.