What an excellent day for an update ... and how not, to Mrs. Heart Attack out of town not much to do ... In the last post, with Pet Sounds revisited, spoke of the residence of We call in Guadalajara, here something that happened in the shithole de Ocampo:
We call - Unknown @ LARVA (GDL)
In those days Hugo Robota (Quezada ) got their toys to make some noise with the childish-noise-rockers Soho Riots. Fortunately, this was recorded in what probably will be their first full length. Speaking of which ... Heart Attack had the chance to accompany them (who am I kidding dude?) to Monterrey:
Soho Riots - Dunes @ Garage (MTY)
And after years (literally) to pray a formal launch of the debut of Robota, finally gave us a luxury edition cassette, the same as Scotch Tapes envy. All thanks to the collaborative effort of Records Synthustries seals and Happy Garlic.
Pfff this already looks like a number, not so dirty, the Peperock but do "what the hell is wrong with A & CMX with it to remove the last big shit Paco Huidobro ?? How will the Popular Songs or the Girls next to the rubbish that? that's just not right ... Do not mess with the kids man! Where are the Bam Bam? Do we call? Pissed that authentic works, such as 3rd Ear ( Martin Thulin ), are canned and the flow retebonito Huidobro's shit in the street ...
Martin Thulin (3rd Ear)
Furthermore, I promise the next post up this gem of Mennonite, I believe, put their knees more than one. It will be like a bath of humility for all those bullshit band that he's doing well "playnetworks" ...
Speaking pendajadas, what's the deal with That Dream Rockers scam? get a fuckin 'job man or Something! This reminds me of that video (brought to fame by Schreiber homeboy site ) monkey that drinks his pee ...
The Dream Rockers
Almost done here ... my good friend Joel Holy just opened a blog that goes about his vagrancy musical. Surprisingly short and dynamic. The kid can read at: Rue des Clochards . I recently came across it as of Horrors who, despite his disastrous (in the bad sense) guitarist and his disastrous tribute to Suicide , gave a good show for a boring Sunday.
Enough with the bitchin '... let's keep up with the good times! Years ago, when Wayne Coyne not wear white suits, the Flaming (fleiming) Lips rocked hard drive. That kid Ronald James gave a hint pretty trippy that neither the Embryonic (which still is quite good) has been recovered. Here's a live video of the first track of Transmissions from the Satellite Heart , Turn it on!
Flaming Lips - Turn It On (live)
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