Filtraciones '09
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@codeine:1iqe4314:
@Dan:
320kbps
http://www.mediafire.com/?zh5yjf0ig2aA me da error de CRC en el track 04 pero los demás se descomprimen bien…
Probaré el nuevo enlace.
Aquí está la 4 por si las moscas :
http://www.mediafire.com/?gnwiidefigh
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el segundo link que dejaste ya está todo bien
gracias!
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Gracias Dan Hoerner, pero me bajé el sengundo link y todo perfecto.
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hola, me podeis pasar un link para el recopilatorio``townes van zandt the great unknown? el que pusieron en el forum sarajevo lo han borrado ya. muchas gracias
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lo he puesto en el hilo de hip hop, pero por el mismo precio lo dejo por aquí.
Pues nada, que el EP entero ya está disponible en la página del netlabel Pendrive.
Niño - Deep Space Night Ep (descarga ya disponible)
Pendrive records presenta Deep Space Night -su nueva referencia pen006- del productor vallisoletano Niño, uno de los beatmakers más imaginativos y creativos del panorama nacional. En los 7 temas del álbum, Niño se reivindica con una buena ración de hip hop, wonky, skeweee y funk .
Descarga: http://www.pendriverec.com/release.php? ... num=Tnc9PQ
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@staggerlee:1fpincwn:
hola, me podeis pasar un link para el recopilatorio``townes van zandt the great unknown? el que pusieron en el forum sarajevo lo han borrado ya. muchas gracias
http://www.mediafire.com/?mtzxznouzmjhttp://www.google.com
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@Fossa:
@Trinxo:3l7whzcb:
a cualquier cosa le llaman supergrupo…
Tienes razón, un supergrupo sueco es este:
Vaya par de Hits.
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el cd de delorean se ha filtrado?
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@Kid:
el cd de delorean se ha filtrado?
qué CD? de momento este año han publicado un EP, a mediados del año que viene parece que sacan el siguiente disco
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uuuh, el de josh rouse, qué bien
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@manel:29tjot1s:
uuuh, el de josh rouse, qué bien
Tu también eres fan??? esto si que no me lo espereaba
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mega fan, vamos. fan fan.
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No estaba prestando demasiada atención esta mañana cuando me he puesto el de Josh Rouse pero vamos, me ha parecido truñaco.
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@galleta:1gazmzfv:
Niño - Deep Space Night Ep (descarga ya disponible)
bien galleta! ya nos vamos acercando. ¿lo de diploide para cuándo?
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joder vaya historia con el recopilatorio de townes van zandt macho, el link de mediafire no deja bajarlo, algun otro please?
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Tristeza - Fate Unfolds [Better Looking Records, 2009]
@33gcrrpy:
Greil Marcus said, "Everyone knows history moves in circles; the surprise is how big the circles are." But the reverse is true too, history is made of small circles and all those little circles make up bigger ones and so forth. Looking at Tristeza record covers one is struck by the reoccurrence of gyrational imagery. Circles spin out and away, interlink, and break apart. Tristeza are in some sense about the gyre of time, ever widening and then narrowing, contracting. Eschewing those who would lump them into the amorphous category of post-rock, dubious of quiet-loud-quiet formulae, and circumspect towards musical individuality and the sense of One Big Song, the spirit they imbue a record with is the timeless love of musicians keeping time. By that I mean the world, its age, groaning and creaking underneath it.
As circles tighten, pop music tends to repeat itself unable to see beyond horizons of more than a decade in time, and this band, Tristeza, and this new album, Fate Unfolds, continues widening their cycles, past but not post, past a simple generational genre, part and parcel with music from around the world, from their homes and homelands in Tijuana, B.C., Oakland, CA or Michigan, from Afro funk and jazz, Spanish flamenco, tropicalia, Indian raga, to krautrock, and psyche to punk.
Luis, Christopher, and Jimmy are Tristeza. They're all fathers now, getting wiser as they get older. "Castellón" reflects this with a graceful, yet shadowy noír tone combined with the band's classic circular sonic yearning suggesting some mystery at the beginning of a quest. And though separated geographically in their day-to-day, they make sure that when they're together the music locks in tight as ever, so there's a driving force here that seems downright celebratory. "Blkflmngo"is a scorching African-influenced ripper with a spiky get-down guitar figure that makes one want to dance to keep up with Jim's commanding tom rolls. Hopeless romantic Tristeza fans should be intoxicated and take psychic vacations to "Floripa,"a song for forlorn lovers and fighters so marooned in tropical climes you can almost hear the ocean tide cascading in the background, while "Celestians, "and "Street Tax" are propulsive exemplars of their intricate rhythm mastery, employing just the right slippery textures of analog synth to pull out the spidery dark krautfunk of the bass and drums could've been recorded at Can's Inner Space Studios circa '71.
The album ends with "The Punch" and that's exactly what it seems to do. Its adorned with all those technical aspects that make the members of this band particularly musicians' musicians: the rhythm and riffage, the shimmery circularity that reaches a crescendo and denouement with synth spilling into real saxophone before the fadeout, all framed tightly with a snare sharpened punk beat. This is vintage Tristeza staking ground like a classic pugilist; life and death in the nimble waltz of Mexican calaveras, the joy and the sadness, la tristeza, the impossibility of one without the other. Like the old mariachis, ni de allí, ni de acá, they are between worlds, and eternally fighting the good fight. -Alejandro Managa
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The Electric Bunnies - Through the Magical Door [Florida's Dying, 2009]
@33gcrrpy:
With three perfectly timed singles making the rounds in the last two years, it’s easy to mistake Florida’s Electric Bunnies as veterans of our collectively imagined underground scene, even without their long-awaited debut album being released. Maybe it’s because it has become so easy to adore what they do, be it bubblegum garage-pop, sun-stroked glue-wave, or equally damaged post-proto-punk (yeah, there’s such a thing brewing in Miami). As such, the Bunnies are a crew impossible to get a read on. The band’s first official LP, Through the Magical Door, will dash and destroy any previous notions of what they are able to accomplish with so few elements and who they could become over the course of two long-playing sides of vinyl. In just one song alone, like standout“Catfish,” they slide from spacey, slightly gothic, garage into a hardcore fit nearing the darkest of no-fi black metal and seamlessly back again. That’s what you get with the Electric Bunnies—anything they fucking want to give you.
As veterans of, at least, my turntable, the Bunnies inhabit a subset of youngish bands bouncing within the same parameters, some playing the standard issue (Thomas Function, the Strange Boys), for which we have bourgeoisie the Black Lips to blame, and some getting downright low-rent nasty every time they attempt to defile the sacred garage rock sound (the Jacuzzi Boys, Wizzard Sleeve). Though the Bunnies tend to hang closer with the latter, Through the Magical Door should elevate them into their own reclusive galaxy. It’s one thing to experiment with industrial clang and gutted electronics, downer folk and sugar-shack bop, but it’s quite another to create a tried and true concept album brimming with invention and vibrancy. Here they make sure to cruise through everything they’ve done with perfect execution before and stretch it even further, suturing wildly divergent interludes and endless death psych-jams to their more traditional pop songs.
After a few indulgent listens (this is one to be shoved down the gullet in one sitting), the first thing you might notice is the swampy, smoke-lunged, sonic canvas on which the music is unraveled. The Bunnies might be the farthest thing from the Hospitals, but for some reason I’m hearing the same bad-acid nether-fidelity that made Hairdryer Peace an instant, unclassifiable classic. It takes patience to weed through the muck of backwards feedback, tubular bells, abject room noise, woodshop field recordings, and telstar transmissisions that shift in and out of even the most direct moments in the group’s songwriting. Again, this is not a record about expectations. The listener is treated to timeless nuggets like “Psychic Lemonade,” which ignites a ? and the Mysterians brushfire, “Marigold Flower,” a slice of refined Texas psych for proper teen courtship, and the vintage punk rebellion of “What’s Your Favorite Thing?” thriving under the loudest of tin roofs. But as hook-filled as those songs are, you have to work to appreciate them. Once you tie them to the big picture, it’s nice to imagine the Bunnies prefer to gravitate to their weirder tendencies, and there are plenty of those throughout Through the Magic Door.
The prospect of a band as green as the Electric Bunnies making their own S.F. Sorrow among the plastic sunshine and tourist trap travails of Florida is enticing. The abstract segues and semi-hokey song titles might elicit some guffaws from the true-bloods, and that’s only because those people don’t have the wherewithal to even dabble in a record this profound. It’s those adventure trips that set the Bunnies apart. It’s safe to say that the spirit on this album was siphoned from time with Can, Throbbing Gristle and the Sun City Girls (witness the Shiva-tinged “Sweet Dreams of My Dear Esmerelda” or the kosmiche prisms in “You’re Not Just Eating Pancakes”) as much as it’s derived from the Seeds, the Troggs, and the Elevators. By throwing a thousand blind eyes at convention, the Electric Bunnies have made one for the ages.
Kevin J. Elliotthttp://www.mediafire.com/?wjmgtyqyynzCojonudísimo este último, me tiene muy enganchado
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Creo que hay gente que le gusta, no tenía ni idea que aún estaban en activo les perdí la pista hace tiempo, cuando se fue James LaValle del grupo, así que desconozco el estado de gracia del grupo.
Tristeza - Fate Unfolds - Better Looking Records
http://www.mediafire.com/?imnknjya0ju
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JAJAJAJA cabron, ale lo dejo repeat.
