So we stayed in
Deerhoof and
A Place To Bury Strangers ... A day after MBV
shake, and a little away from the set of Baywatch
(Santa Monica), just in bizarre Hollywood
between Batmans
(it's Hard To Be Batman),
Spidermans with boners, wigs and old with kilos of makeup touched Deerhoof. The show, organized by the
KRCW was in Avalon
, a semi-den-like (chances are it has been) cincuentero film. It was a triple bill, the other two bands were about not as emetics
Happy Hollows (deerwhores) and a disastrous and pathetic
Okay who were a mixture of
Daniel Johnston, and glockenspaniel
Beirut-childish-retard-shit.
And Deerhoof (fuckin 'A! !) was glorious despite being the first show of the tour
Offend Maggie, that is, many of the songs were basically premieres and implementation ultra-duper-math flew overhead.
Greg Saunier, the drummer, is barbaric and is further evidence that the languid drums are better than any dude ultra sucked. In addition to the new LP, there were songs
Runners Four, the Milkman
and I suppose other disks (hey! just do what I can, garbage !!!). snobish Ended very early and leaving were already formed the Cobra Snake
shitheads to enter reveeeeennnn (César Costa: Gobball your sales !!!).
APTBS @ The Troubadour Al
next day, had a good supply of bands. On one side was the
Detour Festival, organized by LA Weekly
, and David Byrne
(with Brian Eno
as hologram), on the other, (the U.S. Loudest band alive) A Place To Bury Strangers. The last played in Beverly Hills
(you never knew when he went out Brenda or Brandon or freakin 'Steve !!!!! wuuuuuu!) In The Troubadour
(never go with a bag of sweets, confused with lethal weapons). It was also triple bill. The first premises were playing
In Waves and second combo
Sian Alice Group. The latter boring at times, in some very epic to
GY! BE .
APTBS @ The Troubadour I like at about 10 pm (there are places where it exists timeliness) the APTBS had everything ready, straps, projection, pedals the Jazzmasters and showed that you do not need tons of equipment to achieve TOTAL SONIC ANNIHILATION authentic. A homeboy,
Oliver Ackermann, cares little ears bleed if you do not have mercy on all, your attitude is a punk teenager who slam the
Psychocandy. Throughout the period of the set, there was not a second of silence, and when tuned, always had feedback or drone of some sort. It was as if bent on discovering the brown note but sharp. For the latest songs set on the straps as a glorious tribute to Spacemen 3
and
Missing You never came.
Oliver Ackerman 
the end all the stage was surrounded by gearheads, pedalgeeks, bloggers seeking to understand all the chaos of wires and pedals capable of producing such piercing feedback that had been subjected.
Gearhead moment ...
The next week, The Black Angels played
we all cried. To date I can not get these voices in my head that say, why do they come to me to die? Why do they come to me to die? (Hahahaha accept plagiarism super crappy of
Buddyhead and
Wayne's World ...)
As usual (it has been for three years), here is the list of the best albums of the year. Have a trippy x-mas! 
