"We lived flowers. So much for the lifts'
In a moment forget the sweetness, preference pain, we delight in the ice, the grouchy ... Better revel, roll in his own resentments, the better to forget sweet and painful to believe, we listen to this disc Train Ghosts. We will listen with pleasure forced, as we listen to scratch a wound useless while saying that listening is a "necessary step" unless the "necessary step" was perfectly concordant with the season it is especially well Concurring with the mood. In short, we remain murky, demotivated against everything, we look at the ceiling, the music will rise. It will be a disaster, we revel in the accident, we will pretend it hurts ...
summarize: Former Ghosts is a kind of super group, a super group a little elsewhere, a clique made up of steep Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu), Freddy Ruppert (This Song Is a Mess Purpose So Am) and Nika Roza (Zola Jesus) ... These three then there is nothing spontaneous, more often they are thought to cremation as a single file, usually as tense hopping ... Ian Curtis Two false true true and false Siouxsie Sioux, glitch beats and electronics, dissonant sounds, synthesizers soaked in their own reverb ... Thereupon Freddy Ruppert and Nika Roza chant disturbing stories (Jamie Stewart, he is content to see and drumming, it is there to see and drumming ...) All this is situated on the edge of melancholy and loss, of the real stiffness and pain palpable.
question is whether we frôlons not forced, the overacting, the dummy for everything. This great pain she is not fake? Is there something tangible between the big horn and sincerity? It is fine to say that sincerity is not a value either (there are many sincere idiots) we still feel that the three that concern us stiff pitching resolutely on the side of sincerity. By listening, you always feel they wear their heart on their hands, their stories of love, grief, death, life experience and feel that their lyricism that never goes ... Let's pretend that we exchange "for anything gothic "false desperate cluttering too often this kind of musical enjoyment.
To really convince, we hear Mother, a song which seems Freddy Ruppert to contact his dead mother; touch icing if any. We will not forget this desperate refrain, the chorus where he "feels nowhere at home", we will not forget and it's our turn to speak our dead ...
I Can not Believe It Is Almost Five Years
and So Much Has Changed Since You've Been Gone
There Are A Million Things I wish I could tell you like I've put a
Girl Whose eyes draw me in to a world
Where My Heart Beats Faster
To really convince, we hear Mother, a song which seems Freddy Ruppert to contact his dead mother; touch icing if any. We will not forget this desperate refrain, the chorus where he "feels nowhere at home", we will not forget and it's our turn to speak our dead ...
I Can not Believe It Is Almost Five Years
and So Much Has Changed Since You've Been Gone
There Are A Million Things I wish I could tell you like I've put a
Girl Whose eyes draw me in to a world
Where My Heart Beats Faster
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