sometree / moduin, moduin (live)
placebo / leni, leni (man ray 2003)
golden diskó ship / winter people, back in your holes!
band of horses / the end`s not near
"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?"


penguins kill polar bears.




ds 2 musicians of great talent transformed already felicitous hours into memorable ones. an eerily powerful rattling mixture of storming 90ies-independent sounds commemorated exemplary bands which had their finger on the pulse at that time during an one hour stringent live set. this kind of unforced but for all that emotional charged north american indierock that modest mouse, sebadoh, pavement or quasi had been driven on then.
took a similar line and followed the same route. within "den halder/seagulls don`t lie" the band evacuated pioneered paths for the first time. slow-going constructive music, more limited than before. rudi`s lyrics still have been rolling behind brilliant inerrable blurred melodic guitar accords. reality or vision? by all means moments of losing oneself. what beautiful dumpishness! or to say it with the band`s name: kind of pleasant intoxication. one of another best moments should deliver their most quietly song during this evening: "breakfast on an afternoon like this one". this piece of jewelry stopped all the clocks. while rudi maier has been snivelling his lyrical stories out to the world, while some electronic sound snippets have been hanging around the barrier and creeping aloft the ceiling, time seemed to be standing still. the only noise kept you awake has been a simple repetitive drum percussion, that nearly every few seconds kept one`s eyes peeled. awake sleepwalking! swaying magic!this is the original from the national. and here you can get an excellent cover performed by the silver swans. perfect!





times promising. | daughter |
times beautifying. | sunday |
times homesick. | automatic |

perfect symbiosis between coarsed roughness and stunning natural spectacles. the music fits together in contrast
easily impressed | cullen
you have to keep it with the title. or perhaps don`t you?
sun hands | local natives
an intrinsic loveable song explods verily within its live presence. wicked! any questions?
nodro | hariasen
not so long ago i `ve mentioned these polish "emo bastards". fucking brilliant!
all is full of love (björk cover) | death cab for cutie
rarely graceful rarity. to find on their stability ep. thanks to sublime who remembered me at it again last weekend
wrapped in piano strings | radical face
without words. oh well! nearly
I used to write, I used to write letters I used to sign my name I used to sleep at night Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain But by the time we met By the time we met the times had already changed


null device :: travelogue :: far eastern urbane nightlife . oriental touch. kind of religious.
sleeping through sunday :: all we need is some funding and seagal :: clear-cut night affective. atmosphere of departure...
unlearn :: northern hemispheres :: assuasive antipole of an empty hotel room.
b.fleischmann :: composure :: ...rather still homeward and keep one`s composure.
black rebel motorcycle club :: i told you :: becoming more and more awake at night. sleep eluded, plagued by longing.
pete :: betty ford :: damon albarns` soulmate-demon. oherwise i can give no account of it... on the hotel whiskey bar not far from morning.
black rebel motorcycle club :: last chance for love :: careening into the lift to the bed-chamber.
loney dear :: ignorant boy, beautiful girl :: comfortable buzzing into quiet shut-eye.