Albert Ayler «Rarities» [1964-1970]

Here's most of the material that's left unreleased officially after the massive "Holy Ghost" set that came out seven years ago (gee, it's been that long!?) - this consists mainly of two more sets from the November 1966 tour in Europe, as well as the outtake that was on the original pressings of ESP'-Disk 1002 and a stray cut still left in the can from the July 1970 St. Paul de Vence recordings. The final track was omitted from "Holy Ghost" under the assumption that Ayler wasn't present (Frank Smith would be the soloist all the way) - it's included for completeness' sake.

You can get it now, clicking - - - > Here (Part I), - - - > Here (Part II), and - - - > Here (Part III) (via ubu roi)

Sade «Diamond Life» [1984]

According to bonghits4christ the music of Sade is ideal for dads in the company of their lady. The initiator of that unfortunate thread was instead suggesting the band is actually best enjoyed when stoned. But that applies to any kind of music, let me add.

Helen Folasade Adu aka Sade was, and probably still is, a premium pothead who used weed to fuel her creativity. Even though she claimed she had quit the habit in 1995 when pregnant of her daughter, 2 years later she was arrested in Jamaica. She had refused to bribe the local police, who caught her speeding in her car, which was packed with a few weed buds. She was officially charged, but no jail though, phew.

Back to Diamond Life, the band's debut album. Unbelievably it wasn't an immediate success. But today it sounds as fresh as a new release, and with a 2-hit combo like that straight at the beginning, you can be sure its now established fame will never fade away. And that sax, oh that sax!

Light up the blunt, summon your lady and - - - > enjoy.

Idiocracy - di Mike Judge, 2006

"Cosa accadrà se le meteoriti non si abbatteranno sulla terra?

Se i cristiani non saranno colti dall’Estasi?

Se il 2012 arriverà e se ne andrà senza nessun cambiamento?"

Margaret KillJoy

In questo delizioso pastiche escatologico, Mike Judge (noto ai più per essere l'autore del cartoon "Beavis & Butthead") preme sul pedale dell'acceleratore portandoci immaginare il mondo di oggi fra 500 anni. Nessuna singolarità catastrofica, nessun virus, nessun olocausto nucleare, solo il lento incedere della de-evoluzione dell'intelligenza umana.

Pubblicità e populismo anti-intellettualista hanno trasformato il genere umano in una distopica massa informe di (spassosissimi) imbecilli. Immaginate un Reich millenario governato dalla cricca delle tre B: Bush/Berlusconi/Bossi. ...Paura eh?

Orwell era un ottimista. L'apocalisse è già - - - - > QUI.

Regina Spektor «Soviet Kitsch» [2005]

1921. War Communism. Deep in winter.


In a small soviet city an announcement is made: at dawn the party will donate some oranges to all the population, from a storehouse just outside the train station. At 06:00 a small crowd is already queuing. Two hours later a party official lifts the shutter and cries: "Comrades, I'm sorry to announce that the oranges are less than expected, and hence they wan't be distributed to the ethnic and linguistic minorities, who have their own channels of sustainment."

A group of old orthodox Jews leaves, sadly chanting their resignation prayers: "Ov vey, oy oy". Only soviet citizens remain in the queue, in the increasing cold. Two hours later the official comes out again to say: "Comrades the oranges are even less than what we previously told, we can donate only to party members."

The simple citizens leave in silence, cursing the official's mother in their minds. Only the party members remain in the queue. Hard, tough people well used to suffering in patience. They endure 2 more hours of queuing in the cold with revolutionary fervour. Then the official comes out again in evident embarrassment, to explain only senior party members will receive any oranges.

After 2 more incredibly long and cold hours the official comes out for the last time to say to the small group of remaining senior party members: "Comrades, we can count in your allegiance to the party, only to admit there are no oranges at all. Please go back to your houses." With proletarian discipline and obedience, the elder party members leave the place in silence. Just one of them whispers to the ears of his next-in-line comrade: "Vasilij, have you seen? the Jews, always lucky!".


After being told the nth joke mocking his people, Regina Spektor's father decided his family would quit the paradise of socialism, where his girl was born and had first learnt to play the piano, to reach the land of freedom in the US of A. Call it lack of humour, but if he hadn't done so back in 1989, today we would probably not have such a gifted, experimental, and provocative pop artist, as Regina undoubtedly is. Or maybe she would simply sing in Russian.


This is not a  - - - > joke.

The Sinister Six «Outta Sight!» [1993]

Dopo l'ennesima sconfitta, il Doctor Octopus evade dalla prigione e chiama a raccolta tutti i supercriminali che hanno giurato vendetta all'Uomo Ragno. La proposta è quella di unire le forze e liberarsi una volta per tutte dell'odiato Arrampicamuri. All'appello rispondono Avvoltoio, Uomo Sabbia, Mysterio, Electro e Kraven. La ghenga di villains sarà conosciuta nell'universo Marvel come "I Sinistri Sei".

Personalmente credo che la scelta di un nome così cool dovrebbe essere sufficiente a convincere chiunque della grandezza di questa band, ma so che alcuni di voi pretendono dati più precisi. Ebbene, i Sinister Six vengono da Seattle, e suonano il garage-punk più selvaggio, sudicio e veloce di tutto il Northwest. Chi li ha visti dal vivo negli anni '90 li ricorda come una forza della natura.

Si scarica - - - > QUI

Them Crooked Vultures «Them Crooked Vultures» [2009]

When 3 big shots of music get together it's hard not to quote them individually. Yet we'll try. Taken as a whole Them Crooked Vultures are a power trio making a sort of indefinite hard rock with virtuoso executions, exquisite choice of sounds, and a rhythm session that NEVER misses a beat.

Such a great amalgam comes from the long experience and refined taste of each of the band's member.

JPJ is a limey and comes from almost 50 years of great rock 'n roll. Dave Grohl is a sort of yankee Midas of music, and his compatriot Josh Homme has nonetheless defined a genre.

Wait a minute, something went wrong here, epic fail from ciotoni. Just enjoy the - - -> great music of Them Crooked Vultures.