Le piccole azioni a volte possono generare dei grandi movimenti; in questo caso un piccolo disco può suscitare grande emozioni. Si sta parlando di ...The Life and the Damage Done prodotto dalla Bad Man,
che in questo caso non si smentisce, infatti una volta che il 45 giri comincia a girare il danno è fatto. I Port
of Soul, milanesi meticci, ci danno da subito l'impressione che durante i loro precedenti trascorsi musicali
abbiano imparato parecchio e alla svelta dai loro sbagli; basta guardare la copertina a cura del genio ribelle
Simone Lucciola a cui va tutta la stima del sottoscritto per l'impegno tagliente nel portare avanti certi
discorsi pericolosi.
Tre pezzi; tre legnate che lasciano i lividi come una rissa da ubriachi molesti.
Mutant Tonight e il lato A ci regala tutta la primitiva cattiveria degli Stooges... quelli di quando si facevano
chiamare senza il re Iggy... e credo che non ci sia niente da aggiungere perché nonostante tutto in certi
notti a mutare sono solo i vizi e il r'n'r' è la più viziata delle attitudini.
Lick my Pick apre il secondo lato... e io divento pazzo... si consiglia l'ascolto alticcio... è tutto un assolo che
ti piccona la testa come una compilation di bicchierini di vodka una sopra l'altro finché non cade la fila...
autolesionismo allo stato puro con una voce cosí cruda da gelarti il sangue. Skinning Little Humans e questo
7' pollici si conclude facendo partire uno dei dirty blues più sporchi e accattivanti che mi fanno rivivere le
atmosfere sinistre di uno Jack Oblivian in splendida forma.
Alla fine un ottimo 7'... uscito fuori veramente bene.
“I hate to tell it but...
I was your only chance”
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Sometimes small actions generate large movements, in this case a small disk can arouse great emotions. We are talking about ...The Life and the Damage Done, released by Bad Man records, which, in this case, keeps faith to its reputation: as the 45'' disc starts spinning, the damage is done. Port of Soul, hybrids from Milan, Italy, get straight to the point like if they had learnt a lot from their own errors in past; just give a look to the artwork, by Simone Lucciola's wild genius: my respect to this guy for being able to face certain dangerous situations. Three songs; like three knock-outs in a drunken brawl. Mutant Tonight, and the A-side gives out all of the primitive badness à la Stooges... before they needed to add Iggy to the business name.. and then you can't say much more, because in some nights, only the vice takes a u-turn, and r'n'r' is the most vicious of attitudes. Lick my Pick is the first on the other side.. and I go like crazy.. you should drink something along with this disc.. it is full loaded with a long guitar solo beating your head like a compilation of vodka shots, one on top of each other until the line falls.. Pure self-harm, and a voice so cruel to freeze the blood. Skinning Little Humans and this 7" is at the end, with a dirty blues, so catchy and wrong, it makes me revive those sinister atmospheres of a healthy Jack Oblivian.. Warmly recommended, “I hate to tell it but... I was your only chance”
Freddie Koratella (Dead Music dj-set)
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° ° /_ .K ..·
·.. º .·
Sometimes small actions generate large movements, in this case a small disk can arouse great emotions. We are talking about ...The Life and the Damage Done, released by Bad Man records, which, in this case, keeps faith to its reputation: as the 45'' disc starts spinning, the damage is done. Port of Soul, hybrids from Milan, Italy, get straight to the point like if they had learnt a lot from their own errors in past; just give a look to the artwork, by Simone Lucciola's wild genius: my respect to this guy for being able to face certain dangerous situations. Three songs; like three knock-outs in a drunken brawl. Mutant Tonight, and the A-side gives out all of the primitive badness à la Stooges... before they needed to add Iggy to the business name.. and then you can't say much more, because in some nights, only the vice takes a u-turn, and r'n'r' is the most vicious of attitudes. Lick my Pick is the first on the other side.. and I go like crazy.. you should drink something along with this disc.. it is full loaded with a long guitar solo beating your head like a compilation of vodka shots, one on top of each other until the line falls.. Pure self-harm, and a voice so cruel to freeze the blood. Skinning Little Humans and this 7" is at the end, with a dirty blues, so catchy and wrong, it makes me revive those sinister atmospheres of a healthy Jack Oblivian.. Warmly recommended, “I hate to tell it but... I was your only chance”
Freddie Koratella (Dead Music dj-set)
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