domingo, 20 de maio de 2012

Braids - Plath Heart

A banda revelação das Preces em grande este ano. 

Radiohead - Staircase

U2 - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill M

DINOWALRUS - Phone Home from the Edge

Um dos melhores temas de 2012

Jon & Vangelis - State of Independence - "Uma Prece Kitsch"

Snapper - Death and weirdness in the surfing zone

Yo La Tengo - Gentle Hour

Labyrinth Ear - Amber

Purity Ring - Lofticries

sábado, 12 de maio de 2012

Helado Negro - 2º Dia

Fol Chen - No Wedding Cake

My Brightest Diamond - Inside a Boy

The Move - Blackberry Way

Baba Maal - Daniibe

tUnE-yArDs - 'My Country'

Kim Wilde - Cambodia - "Uma Prece Kitsch"

The Rapture - Roller Coaster

Lene Lovich - Bird Song

Bauhaus- Exquisite Corpse

Philip Glass - V2 Schneider

Brian Eno & John Cale - Cordoba

sexta-feira, 11 de maio de 2012

St. Vincent - "Cheerleader"

The Magnetic Fields - God Wants Us to Wait

Thirteen years ago, The Magnetic Fields released their 69 Love Songs, a colossal three-disc collection exploring the vast complexities of love that was largely hailed as a synth-pop masterpiece. For any other band, such an ambitious undertaking can—and probably should—be dismissed as a gimmick, but due to the mercurial talents of band leader Stephin Merritt, The Magnetic Fields unquestionably pulled it off, and since then, fans have pined for another record as brilliant as 69 Long Songs. But is that too much to ask? Is there life after the landmark album, or are bands that find such universal critical success doomed to put out progressively less impressive records for the rest of their career, like waves flattening out as they get further and further from where the stone first fell?
The Magnetic Fields’ last three albums—a no-synth trilogy comprised of (2004),Distortion (2008), and Realism (2010) on Nonesuch—might suggest that The Magnetic Fields were sliding down that slippery slope, sacrificing consistency for conceptual unity. But with The Magnetic Field’s tenth studio album, it seems that Merritt and co. are back on the right track again. While Love at the Bottom of the Sea isn’t another perfect pop album, it’s a hell of a lot closer than any of their last few releases.
As his musical career enters its third decade, Merritt is revisiting what’s worked in the past, starting with a return to Merge, the label that launched The Magnetic Fields into synth-pop stardom in the late ’90s. After spending nearly a decade moving away from programmed beats and embracing acoustic instrumentation, the synths are back with a vengeance for Love at the Bottom of the Sea. Merritt whips out his magical Dewanatron once again—along with other electronic oddities that chirp and warble, culled from his staggering collection of synths and drum machines over 30 years in the making—mixing the electronic with the acoustic in a way unseen since the band’s early Merge releasesThe Charm of the Highway Strip (1994) and Get Lost (1995).
In a lot of ways, not much has changed in Merritt’s universe. We’ve got his usual collaborators here—Claudia Gonson, Sam Davol, John Woo, Shirley Simms, Johny Blood and Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket!)—as well as his signature amusing and quirky song titles, like “All She Cares About Is Mariachi”, “Infatuation (With Your Gyration)”, and “I’ve Run Away to Join the Fairies”. Merritt’s morose, baritone deadpan continues to drive witty songs about romantic longing and lust-filled desperation, with Gonson and Simms contributing vocals throughout for texture and irony.
After those 69, you’d think Merritt would be running dry on clever love songs. But now we’ve got 15 new ones, starting with the cult of chastity satire “God Wants Us To Wait” (“Although it would be the perfect end to our date/I love you baby but God wants us to wait”). Lead single “Andrew in Drag” is an incredibly honest and poignant exploration of sexuality and attraction (“A pity she does not exist/A shame he’s not a fag/The only girl I ever loved was Andrew in drag”). “Machine In Your Hand” serves as a reminder of why Merritt is the most innovative songwriter in pop music today; who else has the guts and the skill to effectively project the timeless theme of unrequited love onto an iPhone (“I don’t know why I love you/You’re not really a person/More a gadget with meat stuck to it”)? Not all of these tracks are quite so razor-sharp, though; “Born For Love” is a jumbled, splotchy mess that sounds like it was recorded underwater and “Only Boy in Town” is plodding and forgettable.
Love at the Bottom of the Sea isn’t the Magnetic Fields’ best album, but it doesn’t need to be—they’ve already ensured their spot in the indie pop pantheon with 69 Love Songs. It is, however, another collection of charming, infectious pop songs—a solid addition to the band’s expansive catalog, and maybe that’s the best we can hope for.
Essential Tracks: “God Wants Us to Wait”, “Andrew in Drag”, and “Machine In Your Hand”

Morgen - Love

Can - All Gates Open

The Creatures - Tourniquet

sábado, 5 de maio de 2012

Air - Sing Sang Sung

Hotel Mexico - Dear Les Friends

Sóley - About your funeral

Pink Mountaintops - While We Were Dreaming

Ratatat - Drugs

Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk

Bonnie Prince Billy - The Letting Go

Kings of Leon - Closer

Interpol - Evil

terça-feira, 1 de maio de 2012

Sérgio Godinho - A Noite Passada

trovante - travessa do poço dos negros

Cindy Kat live - Miúdo

Aquaparque - Para além do bronze

Xutos & Pontapés - Esquadrão da Morte

Zeca Afonso - Vejam Bem

José Mário Branco - FMI

Banda do Casaco - Natação Obrigatória

Viemos do fundapique
passámos no tudasaque
não há mal que mal nos fique
nem há cu que não dê traque
mal a gente vem ao mundo
logo a gente vai ao fundo

Andámos no malsalgado
brigámos no daceleste
e o escorbuto mal curado
com tratamento indigesto
mal a gente vem ao mundo
logo a gente vai ao fundo

Natação obrigatória
na introdução à instrução primária
natação obrigatória
para a salvação é condição necessária
não há cu que não dê traque
não há cu que não dê traque
mal a gente vem ao mundo
logo a gente vai ao fundo

Pusemos a cachimónia
em papas de sarrabulho
e quando as noites são de insónia
damos voltas ao entulho
mal a gente vem ao mundo
logo a gente vai ao fundo

Aprendizes da política
só na tática do "empocha"
vem a tempestade mítica
e s cabeça dá na rocha
mal a gente vem ao mundo
logo a gente vai ao fundo

Mler Ife Dada - L'Amour Va Bien, Merci

radar kadafi - la maquina

Sétima Legião - Glória

Três Tristes Tigres - Anjo da Guarda

Rão Kyao - Chapéu Preto

Gaiteiros de Lisboa - Triângulo Mângulo