Merde et ohlala!
December 28th, 2006 by Maks
(Video of 5:55 by Charlotte Gainsbourg, thanks to Guuzbourg)
Archive for December, 2006
R.I.P. Gerald Ford
December 27th, 2006 by J-One
R.I.P. galore this week. This time Gerald Ford his engine quits working. So Gerald Ford, dead today!
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Bring ‘Em In
December 27th, 2006 by Maks
Santa’s gone, Freek’s car and James passed away and the end of the year is neigh. Couldn’t be better timed for some outstanding, plain and simple alt.rock here at Och. So let’s bring ‘em in: Mando Diao! Back in 2002 five Swedish guys released their first album containing twelve songs with an average length of three minutes, which is not so coincidentally the perfect length for a sharp rocksong: their heroes also worked that way. This album obviously refers to Kinks- and Small Faces-a-like material and you’ll probably hear some hysterical screaming that’ll remind you at their fellow countrymen from The Hives. Topped off with some Hammond-organs and heavily disturbed guitar-riffs this record is pretty much the ideal post-xmas medicine.
But what’s all this talking about when listening will only cost you about 38 minutes of your undoubtably exciting and most important life?
Just listen.
(Free pint at the next Ochborrel for the first dumbass who’ll scream ‘retrooooo!’ in the comments)
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The KING is dead - Long Live his Funky People
December 26th, 2006 by gast!
Besides touring the earth and performing magically good shows and also record albums, singles, soundtracks, going to jail and what not, Mr. James Brown (God rest his Soul) also owned one, two or three record companies. (Funky) People was one of them and daaaaamn, did some hot shit occur from there. All in all, 3 compilation disks were issued during the nineties; here they are.
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A bit of peace
December 24th, 2006 by ape
My personal Christmas message to you all is about a bit of peace.
So how a fire in the icy wind,
how a doll that likes no more,
I feel at many a day.
Then I see would hear the clouds that are over us,
and the screams of the birds in the wind.
I sing as an answer in that darkly my song,
and would hope that does nothing happen.
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