"i fell in love with the sweet sensation. i gave my heart to a simple chord. i gave my soul to a new religion. whatever happened to you? whatever happened to our rock'n'roll?"
in really overwhelming anticipation of celebrating their new record `observator` beloved raveonettes are back to our minds again and again. not only but for this reason alone night-time hearts have been warmed by an exquisite stripped-down version of `curse the night`. further a good reason not to miss them anywhere you could belong to their forthcoming europe tour dates. brilliant performance pictures (during home game at vega store, copenhagen in october 2012) above speak for themselves and let us rave about their sublime energy. lust lust lust!
chapeau mademoiselle hunger!
ou bein meilleur mademoiselle jongleur artiste hunger!
exquis et inimitable talent faire de football,
quel magnifique abandon pour e jonglages avec des balles!
once i`ve written here about your more than worthwile music, as well as the fact that you are a one-of-a-kind personality. then i`ve heard from your worship for actually one of the greatest tennis players of the world, although someday we know from your artistic solidarity with an in former times charismatic football legend eric cantona, but your sublime ball high-skills on your own you´ve hidden away from us thitherto. thanks for enlightening us contemporary again ;-)
somewhere among an industrial district of north-east in munich. as it was a red-letter day. no doubt forevermore. it`s time for some nostalgic mental flashback.
exactly nine years to the day ago something mind-blowing and utterly life-changing has entered my personal appreciation of music, art, devotion, disposition and native vocation. furthermore this crucial moment of occasion prompted me to see things from a different perspective and raise my awareness of an enduring meaningfulness of art, in that case in connection with music.
a unforgotten unique vibe to this day: extremely noisy. barefaced, faithfully, but yet insurgent. anywise kind of magical and not of this world. on the one hand matchless vibrant. thrilling and hypnotizing. (`intro+ bulletproof cupid`, `allergic`, both had all that formerly unique and spellbound latent vitality). on the other hand depressing, kind of disturbing, fragile and at the same time fair and beautiful (`centrefolds`, with all the hidden subliminal unselfconscious fractured inner core of beauty). quite honestly: an emotional turmoil. since then i never had feelings in such a manner again. the amount makes the poison. an overkill even for a "placebo".
in the blood, in the ghost winds blow in the rank, in the silent rest in the saint and the sickness, love i do not i do not want it and what was your intent? did you find what you had left? in the stars, in the blood we know in our hearts, in a golden dream in the car, in the city wall we will not be found in light upon the floor did we find this world in love?
for the first time!... ...bandscheibenrecords borrows extrinsic verbal expressions - except foreign quotable lyrics. under these circumstances special thanks go to our widely read and tireless independent music blog pioneers. their verbal completely adequate structures hit the bulls`s-eye in many respects - truer words have never been spoken, at least pertaining to this circumstance and pitch in particular. chapeau soulmates, worldclass! as brilliant as the song pearl itself...
"in a world made up of conservatives and liberals ‘the structures’ is a blast from the monster raving loony party. (...) this sort of endeavour, especially so when songs like ‘the structures’ has a pretty core but is so surrounded by atmospheric upheaval. it skids into hazy distortion on occasion but just as things appear to be falling apart (it) reigns it all back to form neat little sonic patterns" (mp3hugger.com)
