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Foals Two new pieces: "The Forked Road" "Wear & Tear". HOP HOP HOP

Our little darlings Foals have released a video for Trees 2, I had vaguely mentioned Recently, arguing that as the clip is ugly I do not post it. Well I do not post it yet, since anyway the clip served only to highlight its author (Adam Bizanski) and that the next single is always Blue Blood . The single English Sahara was released not long ago, and has four pieces: a shorter version, without its magic crescendo-recorded with the London Contemporary Orchestra , the version recorded in session at Glastonbury , the live version of the iTunes Festival and the remix of John Dalback .
Still, I'm here about the discovery of two new songs by Foals: The Forked Road truly magical, dark and dense, full of nooks where house his ears, cower and long hibernation and Wear and Tear , too dark, at his most wicked, and which easily evokes English Sahara. Here they are:











One of these two pieces was found by Across-The-Days , whom I thank:) If you want to download them, click here discreetly.


On this I say to you very soon to talk about I do not know what else, we'll see. Until then, xoxo and HOP HOP HOP.

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HOP HOP HOP (yeah this is my new battle cry, do not try). It's been super long since I have stuff to say and I say not much, lately. That's because I twitter, I miss my concerts because I'm working on an essay, 'I blogging in others (three small articles DB-Mag , whose second edition released in early October, and soon one Urbstreet) I listen to lots of albums but never enough to make you a real criticism.


So I'll try to summarize, though. Because you deserve it.

• I am sure source (well, almost, that is to say not at all) that I Am A Dog! bump on a recovery Hey You of of Pony Pony Run Run . I'll let you know, obviously.
• There are plenty of good albums to listen. But first, throw an ear on one of Max Balloon , the solo project of Dave Sitek, frontman TV On The Radio . It deserves a column, I wonder if I should not go beyond.
• I was at the movies. So I should criticize at least one of the four films I've seen, but in case I will not, I summarize: Such loves = pretentious. Of Men and Gods = Beautiful. Simon Werner disappeared ... = bad. The Runaways = inform. The Town = heavy.
• The writing Tsugi was burglarized, and all the computers have disappeared. Big blow for the independent magazine officiating since 2007. As financial support, I requires that you buy from their latest issue.
• Foals released a video for 2 Trees but it is so ugly that not even I post a link.
• Sexion assault, the group of "rap" that NRJ and others bent on us to disseminate length of days, is "100% homophobic and assumes" (I am just quoting). It is the embarrassment in it happens.
• A group of very nice hop-hop has seen her album leaker. They called Das Racist , and their album Sit down, man . I recommend it highly.
• Phoenix, to thank us because we are fans too real, offers everyone the multi-tracks versions of each song contained on Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix. Useful if you count the remix, otherwise it will serve little point. On the other hand, they announce the other gifts. In Meanwhile, there is it happens.
• Kanye West broadcasts every Friday a new song from his upcoming album (Dark Twisted Fantasay ). All deserve an article, but if you like the earlier works of the gentleman, these pieces should please you. Among other things, Monster , Runaway Devil In A New Dress or Lord Lord Lord .

Well, I think I have only to write home Urbstreet and I come back here with either a playlist of return, or criticism (Cine? Music?).

you soon guys.

HOP HOP HOP

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Klaxons - Surfing The Void [Album Review Review]


Artist : Klaxons

Album : Surfing The Void

Style: Punk Nu-rave/Dance

Nationality: English Where to buy the album : On Fnac.com , among other

Rating: 2 / 10

I am a "big" fan of the Klaxons , then logically it hurts their spit. Yet, our history began well in 2007 with their debut album, Myths Of The Near Future gives me a few more chills when I fall over. This album (and their authors) had been proclaimed spearheading a new musical style born in the United Kingdom that had qualified for the NME New Rave (spelled nu rave ), their most famous followers being Cansei de Ser Sexy (aka CSS) and Hadouken! . They get the Mercury Prize, is considered the revelation scene of the year, follows logically tour (where they provide, among other things, the first part of the special concert Daft Punk Bercy ), their passage to Nantes ... and my first concert at the same time. Tubes in their march every evening from Golden Skans to As Above, So Below (and its French version and its remix by Justice), but no matter, the group never will be taxed "listened too". The group continues its momentum, blogs call it a forgotten, but they are not idle: their record company systematically denied each of their proposals, changes in the producer environment. The recording of the album is tedious, but here it is completed with the help of Ross Robinson, producer of lovely folk bands softly (yes, the irony) ; as Korn, Slipknot or Sepultura . Then exits Flashover , small bomb which one feels that the Klaxons have aged. The cover is revealed, I find it perfect, I am the pouch 2010, at least for the moment! Then it's very decent single Echoes comes out, accompanied by a clip mochemochemoche . Thus began the long wait until August 23 (or up to twenty others ...) , release date of the album.

And here it is. Fresh, ready to be heard. First listen, I have no doubt this album is very very (very) strong. He presents the foundations of the first game zero, share of trips without forgetting completely barred efficiency, a cocktail very dancing in the end. But soon, the songs are running out, and we realize that the album is actually completely empty. While few good songs stand out, others are very large and bad press in the album, which quickly becomes unlistenable. What is the problem? Answer ...

Surfing The Void started yet not so bad, that is to say it began with Echoes already heard here and there, and find that its not entirely unknown is reassuring. It is well recognized is the Klaxons . But by the second song, there is concern. The Same Space is extremely repetitive and is found to be particularly boring, despite its constant agitation and fatigue, which is nothing compared to the intro of Surfing The Void . It stands out, it's more due to (because of ...) its noisy moments quickly unbearable. The chorus shouted by the shrill voice of Jamie helpful in nothing, and it is difficult to bear listening to his song in its entirety. Valley of the calm trees is the only song whose words do not go too in a space-mystic delirium, which has the merit of being based .. . unlike the chorus, which again is very unpleasant. Venusia / Venusha is less unpleasant, it is among the "best" songs from the album, but I have yet to determine whether it was because of the inevitable comparison with its neighboring atrocious or if it was real quality. Anyway, her chorus is catchy and the lyrics may be less intolerable than elsewhere. Extra Astronomical assumes, his profound immaturity (or at least it seems) every note is useless, blurred, indescribable, incomprehensible singing is reduced to sound more or less distinct: an atrocity. Twin Flames starts better, even if we feel there too soon the frantic side takes them every time. Ultimately, the song is inexplicably bland. I preferred when the song was bad, actually. We found a little smile from the intro to Flashover , and this time, preceded by dull Twin Flames, it is really effective, though it loses a bit of bite it had when it was played alone, because sometimes preceded by twenty-five minutes of overdose of mush. Future Memories begins in a good momentum, but the refrain in canon is too daunting to make it possible to reach until the end of the song. Which is a shame since the next Cypherspeed , is far better. I would say it is the worst: no rhythm, distortion used indiscriminately, singing crushed under it-don't-know-what too: it is actually the summary of the album: loud, hollow, unbearable.

Surfing the Void is the album he should avoid this year, ten songs too excited, a sort of kneaded dough too, informs a magma, a boil hollow and noisy.
(As they say in the trade that's done.
In fact, I'm still quite proud to have spit on this pretty crap. For once I do not agree with the NME or Pitchfork, which give them generous respectively 8 and 7.2. Disagree with the Inrocks either way.)

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Life is a rainbow trout that swims in the sky in my heart ...

This is not the last political party slogan "Hunting, Fishing, Nature and Traditions," but the title that Cali has chosen for his next album, due out mid- November (patience, patience ....).

Dear Cali, I had the immeasurable pleasure of finding the Fnac Forum des Halles on Monday at a meeting Organized by the sign. Interviewed by journalist Didier Varrod, author of "Rage " Cali told us about his latest opus, which he seems very proud. The three songs that we had the chance to listen to suggest that he has reason to be ... and make me even more eager to discover the rest of the album.

First places for the upcoming tour are on sale on Monday morning ... and of course, I already bought my ticket for the Zenith in Paris May 4, 2011.

When the choice of such a title, I prefer to leave Cali tell you the genesis , Which he will surely do so when will embark on a marathon promotional imposed by releasing a new album.

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Arcade Fire - The Suburbs [Reviews Album Review]

Artist: Arcade Fire

Album: The Suburbs (16 pieces, 1 hour)

Label: Merge Records
Style: Indie Rock
Nationality : Canadian
Where to buy the album: On Amazon, for example.

Rating: 8.5 / 10

Arcade Fire and their last The Suburbs Album , That's still a little while since I mention . So I summarizes the whole story, I'll just say that the album ended up on the net late August and that all blogs have rushed to publish a column while a bit sloppy on my part I took my time. (No honestly it is wrong, I wrote this column by leaving the hometown of Arcade Fire, namely Montreal. On the plane then. Besides, it is not practical, but there does is not the issue.) I also especially need a good excuse to post this review (now that the whole world (and a qualifying Inrocks Montrealers as "saviors of rock" to France Sunday) published his short note, ahem ...) and I found this excuse: the output of the clip Eady R To Start.

you see? It is shit eh ... It is not completely boring but not super rock'n'roll is the case say. Yet it jumps a bit, it gets mad at idle on his guitar, but ... no, the sauce is not I'm sorry. I almost dedicate this clip to a sequence of my pamphlet anti-MIA but actually not, I have to go easy on the arch fire after all .

So I thought: what's the horror in black and white with passages in slow motion? Not to mention plans supposedly in the crowd delirious. No it's not possible ... This is a consensualité to rival the most hardcore fans of Coldplay, then. So let it go because behind this clip to forget there is a very good song. And behind this very good song, there are fifteen other songs, which form one of best albums of the year.

Starting with The Suburbs, the long (5'15 ") namesake, a sort of Heaven Can Wait power mile tube-catchy indie announcing at the outset as a great album, in keeping with their excellent debut album Funeral and easier to access than their grand but gloomy Neon Bible second disk that was open by Black Mirror. The instrument tragic, almost melodramatic at times, is in direct contrast with the singing of Win Butler that was rarely heard as bright, not to mention the childish melody that evokes an easy ride. With this, we manage to Montrealers paste a smile upon opening, before attacking with real Ready To Start , which already sounds a bit more Neon-Biblienne which the instrument sounds more energetic, also more tortured, she evokes the fresh start of Arcade Fire, which radically changed the theme after dialing on grief and misfortune and now holds forth on boredom in North American suburbs. Lyrics ( If I Was Your ... but I'm not , for example), although far from poetic, resonate with a surprising sincerity blown through the vocals incarnate Butler. Butler, a new man, a man ... modern, as suggested by the third track, Modern Man. Asked at its beginning, she takes off past the first minute, is blowing it will lose again before recovering again. A song whose intensity is sawtooth, heralding Rococo , who dares to repeat a word until the loss of meaning, just keep the pure musicality (without alienating the listener, as Katherine with her unbearable-but interesting-Bla Bla Bla ), an exercise in style very well, giving thanks to Butler fishing ... even plaintive in the extreme.

Empty Room who sees Chassagne appear on violin and vocals, has a sound much more sharp, almost garish. This song, the shortest of the album if you exclude the recovery of which The Suburbs closes the album, has now long Complaints violin sometimes a very delicate female vocals, to the delight of our ears. City With No Children , melody simple apporche, sharing his words between the voice of one of Butler and Chassagne, and we feel that the two put their heart in these words almost tragic. The first part of Half Light is the first "real" song Chassagne, which is recognized by its signature: violin and vocals inspired both posed and passionate. The second part (No Celebration) , differs from the previous beautifully, all in still evident after him, although the song is from Butler, the frenetic background makes real treat. Suburban War is the second echo the title of the album, and pretty basic guitar easier than before, definitely accessible melody, minimalism is pushed to extremes, and built perfectly. A song that is almost whispered by the voice of Butler almost veiled, the beats arise slowly, its first part is very soothing, but then she knows a more forceful way, before falling almost flat. This back and forth breaks the rhythm, and song at the same time, loses its sweetness original. Month of May passes strangely better when it is surrounded by her peers. She remains "Arcade Fire attempting to punk" but seems more successful after already thirty-five minutes Suburbs-iennes. Without knowing the darkness of Neon Bible, it is clearly less accessible than the previous songs, the lyrics are almost chewed at times, not counting his furious tend to be overly effective. It is pleasantly listenable, but surprisingly, it makes us lose the taste (hearing?) Of velvet that coats the first half of album. Wasted Hours us quickly restores the taste of its accents Funeral and simplicity (including sweet a capella passages ). Deep Blue really takes off once past the first minute, but we feel that Butler continues to flounder throughout the song (it supports its line endings and even allows himself some "lalalala"). Even if the melody is pretty and pleasant song, the song may be too many. We Used To Wait (and his wonderful music video, which deserves an article-or two-by itself, can be seen on thewildernessdowntown.net if you have the latest version Safari or Chrome because it is in HTML5) is also experiencing a frenetic introduction. A single note played on piano runs the length of the song, and all soutenenant. Butler does not hesitate to support some words from time to time ... Hope that Something Pure Cdn last .

The first part of Sprawl , Flatland, is simple, slow, she takes her time, leaving any room for the tragic tone of voice of Butler and his songwriting here Doherty Close to Canada. With a power he rarely reveals his voice is very touching, you feel the emotions flow. That's what makes the greatness of Arcade Fire. The second part Mountains Beyond Mountains, and its substantive tonorités tend towards electro (and reminiscent of Blondie in passing), his webs of synthetic very low contrast with the voice of Chassagne, who n does not hesitate to climb. Blazing success that mountains, evoking rather fountains, flowing lazily, like ease of Arcade Fire to write songs like this, almost without realizing it. The Suburbs (continued) marks the return of the theme Album of violin / vocals, played on the razor's edge. (On-) involved and elegant finish.


The Suburbs is an album designed for the stage, I saw with my own eyes, you can read my review here.


The Suburbs is an album that shows Arcade Fire on the back, more motivated than ever. Their album, the longest (almost prolix) proves their inspiration as natural, innate. Good songs flow naturally, in this album that successfully blends tubes and sometimes small nuggets rock at the edge of the blues, often folk, pop all the time (within the meaning of the term ameliorative, if it exists). As dense as Neon Bible and as accessible as Michael Jackson, they met the challenge with gusto. Good ideas flow in the veins Montreal: we suspected already, we now demonstrate in an hour.