
música
Contenidos relativos a la música y la industria musical. Reseñas, eventos, tendencias, etc.
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Creo que la fiesta del viernes resultó bastante bien, y fue razonablemente satisfactoria para tod+s, de modo que se repetirá la experiencia. Ya echaba yo de menos estas cositas por aquí…
Mención de honor para el fantástico disfraz de .
El sábado por la tarde comprobé que es factible ejercer de DJ con un equipo compuesto por ampli, lector de CD y discman. Como decía, pinchar así es posible… (otra cosa es que sea posible hacerlo medianamente bien). Pero fue divertido, además de una tarde muy agradable.
Ayer quedamos un+s cuant+s en mi casa para ver Dark Water; me decepcionó un poco, la verdad, pero bueno. Nada grave. Esta noche toca Cold Mountain.
IR 001 Press release [1980]
Subject: Slogun / Mekano by SPK
Index Number : IR 0011 45rpm single
Side A: Mekano (Factory)
Side B: Slogun (Slogan)
Well, as promised, here we are again! Here is a single by Australian group S.P.K.
The cover and centre labels are somewhat confusing. On the cover, the A side is «MEKANO», but on the centre label it is called «FACTORY» and is numbered as the B side. Factory was its original title, then the words were changed. On the cover the B side is called «SLOGUN» but on the centre label the A side is called «SLOGAN». This is the B side. Probably. the group are called S.P.K. but for this single prefer to be known as Surgical Penis Klinik, for reasons best known to themselves. They have called the whole package «MEAT PROCESSING SECTION»! If you review it we suggest you tell people to ask for S.P.K.-Surgical Penis Klinik and give index number IR 0011 if the shop seems confused! Well, what can you expect from people from down under…
Background:- S.P.K. was the name the group took from a group of mental patients in West Germany who, inspired by the Baader-Meinhof group set up their own terrorist cell with a «SLOGUN» Kill Kill Kill For Inner Peace and Mental Health. Unfortunately this group blew themselves up whilst trying to make and hide bombs in their Mental Hospital. S.P.K. was originally 4 people in Sydney, Australia. They released two singles on their own S.P.K. label and pressed 200 copies of each. they sent copies to Industrial Records who liked them so much they offered to re-release their favourite two tracks again. By this time S.P.K. had only two members left, one a certified schizophrenic, a patient in mental hospitals; the other a certified mental nurse who works in mental hospitals! this perhaps explains the complex inconsistency of their packaging. Since this record was made the schizo-member has left the group. S.P.K. is now one person who is alive and cynical and living in Paris. The cover was designed by S.P.K. Most copies sold in shops will include the stick on front picture inside with the record.
A peely peeny to stick on or up yourself. Other copies will have the penis already attached in the frame on the front, like yours…
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«si millones de personas me piden que no cante, no cantaré más.»
Alejandro Sanz
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You promised me the ending would be clear
You’d let me know when the time was now
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear
Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn’t worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
Don’t let me know we’re invisible
We could dance, dance, dance thru’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru’ the fire
Feed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the ’70s
Smelling of love through the moist winds
Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there’ll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release
Dance, dance, dance thru’ the fire
Dance, dance, dance thru’ the fire
Feed me no lies
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Breathe through the years
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don’t know about you, I don’t know about you
Dead or alive, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king, bring me the disco king
[Bring me the disco king, David Bowie]