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Titolo: [celibate rifles] sideroloxylon recensito da frank brunetti dei died pretty

With their TV eyes wide open and spewing forth the junkography of our
time, Sydney band the Celibate Rifles accelerate head-on into their
first album, Sideroxylon (no, I don't know what it means either). 
Their noise is a mutant offspring of the
Stooges/MC5/Saints/Visitors/Ramones/Dictators/Other Side etc. There
have been many others who have attempted to drive this vehicle before,
most of them slavishly copy cats who rarely, if ever, had an original
thought in their lives. The Rifles make the machine their own and take
it forward in high gear rather than stalling it in neutral. 
Peter Corris breathed fresh life into the post-raymond Chandler
detective novel by relocating it in Australia; likewise the Celibate
Rifles revive their chosen genre with an uncomfortably keen awareness
of what it means to be half-Australian and half-dead in the closing
stages of the twentieth century. Instead of moralising about the
situation, like Midnight Oil or Goanna, the Rifles swallow it whole
like the good suburban boys they are, then turn around and spew it
back out at you in lightning-fast bursts of feedback and irony.
Neither inner-city hipsters nor suburban petrol-heads, they turn a
savage eye on everything and reduce it all to naught.    
Sideroxylon is populated by the detritus of the modern world : the
housewife, the junkie, the rising young executive, the punk, the radio
talkback king, the surfie and all the others who inhabit the twentieth
century wasteland, grooving to a soundtrack of easy-listening new wave
pop, eyes glued to a screen full of soap operas , electronic
pornography, game shows, crime and Mike Walsh, comfortably sedated
with Heroin or Valium, marijuana or alcohol. 
Onstage, the Rifles' white trash thrash is one of the best
manifestations of their style of music. by the judicious use of other
instruments - sax, trombone, trumpet, keyboards, extra guitars and
vocals - the strength, humour, style and intelligence of their sonic
attack comes through with undiminished force. 
Of the songs: Killing Time is a mordant vision of military history
from the Vikings to the Falklands to the Future. Tick Tock, Gimme
Gimme Gimme, Gonna Cry, Anthem, Society, and This Week take a savage
look at the society that has resulted from that history; Ice Blue and
This Week consider the fate of the would-be outsider who tries to
reject it all only to end up as one more zombie in this eternal night
of the living dead. The lyrics occasionally stumble but the band
always carry it through like a runaway subway train. 
The real block buster though is God Squad. Taking a musical cue from
the Electric Prunes "Mass In F Minor" and the New Christs' "Face A New
God", it opens with church organ and ghostly mock monks chanting the
"Kyrie Eleison" before breaking through a wall of noise into a savage
putdown of religion. This is where everything the Celibate Rifles have
got going for them - the rhythm section of Phillip Jacquet, David
Morris and James Darroch, the impeccable Epiphone tek-nique of
guitarist Kent Steedman (check his wah wah solo), the voice and lyrics
of Damien Lovelock and the guest guitaring of Simon Knuckey from the
ultra-fab Wet Taxis - comes together in a furious splendour. 
I know this record sounds like it might be heavy going, but it's not.
It's trashy, it's loud, it's fun, it's noisy, it's dumb and it's
smart. Buy it. 
- Frank Brunetti, RAM, 8 July 1983 
martin venator
http://digilander.iol.it/martvenator/
http://mysite.ciaoweb.it/flohgisto
 (old)
http://www.musicboom.net
http://www.rootz.it
[da oggi i siti di flogisto e humpty son 
raggiungibili direttamente dalla home di 
martin venator]

 wrote:
[snip]
Cavolo era un  pezzo che non sentivo parlare dei CR, mi piacevano un
sacco.
Faccio ingresso nel ng con un post banale lo so, ma come si una dire
dalle mie parti "piutost che gnit le mei piutost"...
Saluti
pecora nera
        "Non c'è storia
     che si possa progettare
    in anticipo. Grazie a Dio.
         E non c'è storia
      che si racconti da sola.
            Purtroppo."         
Per rispondermi in privato fammi nera

 dalle mie parti "piutost che gnit le mei piutost"...
Sei di riccione??
quando ho letto la tua citazione colta ho fatto due occhi come bega nel
fosso!
ciao
gianni

fosso!
Ravenna, a Riccione sono venuto mercoledě scorso dal tatuatore (White
dragon) a consegnare il disegno del mio prossimo tatuaggio.
Saluti
pecora nera
        "Non c'č storia
     che si possa progettare
    in anticipo. Grazie a Dio.
         E non c'č storia
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dalle mie parti "piutost che gnit le mei piutost"...
Traduzione gradita.
PS
bel nick. Consiglioti di scaricare:
http://digilander.iol.it/flohgisto/sixties/sheep.zip
 
PPS:
è black sheep dei SRC ;-)
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http://digilander.iol.it/flohgisto/sixties/sheep.zip
 
Grazie!
Saluti
pecora nera
        "Non c'č storia
     che si possa progettare
    in anticipo. Grazie a Dio.
         E non c'č storia


 è black sheep dei SRC ;-)
E Black sheep dei Minutemen? Sono sempre eighties, eh. :)
Ciao
-- 
Francesco Giannici  --  
gian...@mbox.infcom.it
 
http://home.dal.net/zenarcade
"You should pay rent in my mind"  -- Fugazi

E Black sheep dei Minutemen? Sono sempre eighties, eh. :)
Questi fan incalliti! 
 Mi volete (sbarrare la casella desiderata):
1) uno e trino [ ]
2) tutto ciccia e brufoli [ ]
3) senza una vita privata/personale [ ]

 3) senza una vita privata/personale [ ]
Non si discute nemmeno.....:-DDD
--
Bye
visionary
Heavy rotation:
THE STROKES - Is This It
THE NEVILLE BROTHERS - Brother's Keeper
GREEN ON RED - Gravity Talks
"How can you love when you don't love yourself?"

Non si discute nemmeno.....:-DDD
grazie, vis, tu sě che mi rispetti.

 3) senza una vita privata/personale [ ]
Da Flogisto pretendiamo il massimo.
Anche i Minutemen, quindi.
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