Hello everyone!
Those who write their daily rubbish on these electronic spaces that are unlikely blogs, webzines or (should still be given a perverse narcissism powerless to go tap a keyboard for a few battalions of potential readers, which at best we will learn the nickname mask - that's like ha Kill the Poor had just placed his eighteenth comment of the week, must have lost his girlfriend one, or cat ... yes, rather his cat, c ' More likely -) So who write on blogs and sometimes do it with this kind of certainty that they (either) c:
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will change the world by changing the face of music with the discovery that they will exhibit only one day to the bewildered face of the world, in modern inventors of the Lascaux cave, otherwise what good banging this descent into the cave-illogical belly Myspace tens where stagnant water dominates outrageously rare torrents invigorating;
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do work as a writer cursed semi, semi misunderstood, semi furiously on the lookout for the trend likely to give them fifty to three additional drives, which makes us the remains of a semi too, and when the seedlings are too many, the crop suffers;
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reach well to leave this crappy media on which they burn their eyes and wasted their nights, to join the press on which they have nevertheless been so at the heart of spitting venom pre-formatted by the hooks of others
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one day see their faces on posters (provided that Mr Businessman wish one day they sign a contract - not seek, or wish searching pop band from Bordeaux in the late seventies and rediscover emergency);
That you delete as appropriate, very unnecessary.
Like those who write about these spaces improbable, but, like I do with a talent n'égalent the absolute silence that imposes an almost pathological modesty, allied to the admiration of other scribblers, who know, deep down, that they never receive this sketch perfect chronicle rock, all ... have a short time or another received a message of any self-appointed press secretary ( Yes, the profession is highly feminized, which for all reactionary worthy of the name is a sign of structural weakness and sustainable), they came oversell the new wonder who will reverse the Table of Statutes chasing the merchants from the Temple, destroying the Golden Calf ... Well, in a word (adulterated), the future of ( scratch again mentions that you emmerdent ) folk, shoegazing emocore, alternative country of Seine Saint Denis, arty pop, rock'n'roll, post punk, post rock, post Poste ...
Me too it happens sometimes. And asked to see me ... But in my case, I know only too well how fear of darkness, tied Press send and wanna-bes in front of their trembling keyboard demos to my email address, praying that the now neo Internet guru made me want to have at least the incredible kindness of throwing an ear on their talent become. They are reassured! They have good reason to tremble: 95% of emails of this nature end up in limbo electronics that no one has ever explored and it has the nerve to call trash. Must say it's enough. And basically, in these instances, the word is actually appropriate trash! Perfectly.
And then there's sometimes a surprise God.
The Ankers called it. A band I'd never heard nor even remotely close (and that's probably how it ruined his reputation with the mini hype Paris). Franco-Australian to boot. An international poster which smells more surely the poster frigged rugby with the key to the fifteenth tricolor unlikely that interbreeding between Phone and AC / DC or between what remains of Black Desire and what's left of Nick Cave (perhaps in contrast between Chris Bailey and some of the vintage French rock scene that has the old Saint's eyes Chimene). And yet together the two nationalities in a precipitate quite pleasing.
It will suffice to listening to their music clearly needed. This should not be very flattering to me said their hope is to create music for morons. Welcoming Program in fact, just when Radiohead released the nth who for years has been achieved this (no, it's unfair for fans of Thom Yorke , talking about music rather stultifying), but obviously with a remark radically opposite. Is that Ankers appear, but you can not really judge without doubt that the long distance, insofar as they have for the moment an EP of five songs to offer, have this innate knowledge (or so devilishly worked) gimmick of killer guitar and melody brilliantly wrapped. Released in October 2010 (it tell you how much I'm on the bridge ...), the TT summarizes in question barely a year and a half of joint work modestly decorated with a rather thin collection of concerts. What is also undoubtedly the point on which I can not speak today, not having yet had the opportunity to go play them on stage, this single justice of the peace in rock.
Because besides the melodic quality in addition to the reminiscences Doorsiennes or T-Rexienne, obvious that emanate from each track (of course these, younger than me evoke more readily Vines, homesickness forced or Kasabian, but in reality it is the same), in addition to the undoubted quality of the establishment voices, guitars, break, bridge , verse, chorus, this mini EP al'insigne chance to be produced. In the true sense. That is to say with a guideline, and perhaps a few shoestring skillfully used.
Ultimately, we face the first game of young people (kids and more beautiful, if the photos that you kindly send me are not shameful rigging), which seem eminently talented to put a bible on the altar of pop-rock, a touch of psychedelia, ardently Potash transcribed and splendidly. Rest of course, also the scene which I mentioned earlier, whether behind the indisputable talent of alchemists, brothers Stuart ( Tristan and Raphael, guitars and vocals) and their acolytes Jeremiah Bichu , on bass and Mark Rutledge on drums, stamp a vision and an attitude, both fuels essential for the rock are worth follow. It is now that each of you, after listening to this debut EP surely hopes.
As for me, I will again look at me my mail, and again take the time to sort the chaff in the hope of finding new good seeds, as dry Fruity, as addictive The Ankers .
The Ankers - self-titled EP, available here (for example)
(Live in Beware of the gorillas March 12, at Scopitone March 25)
And since nothing is listening, here's a piece of their EP to give you an idea: The
Ankers - Lock Me In A Room ( note: m4a )
Go, atchao,
PS: I am speaking tomorrow at the Mov Midi2 '(about 1:45 p.m. to 1:50 p.m. normally).
Thierry
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