sábado, septiembre 29, 2007

Bob Dylan - Maggie's Farm, Newport, 1965

El puro rock and noise!

martes, septiembre 25, 2007


Los Llamarada buscan una cantante / guitarrista para integrarse a la alineación actual (batería teclado guitarra voces) del grupo. El grupo regio de rural noise (recién regresado de su gira californiana) busca chica que pueda tocar / cantar / componer canciones de post punk rock experimental no wave psicodélico weirdpunk torch song avant pop. Experiencia no
necesariamente indispensable! Lo necesario es que.... tenga un instrumento con su respectivo ampli, claro está, y disponibilidad para ensayar, para participar en sesiones de grabación de nuestro siguiente disco, y para tocar en vivo. Además es indispensable tener pasaporte y visa, ya que el siguiente compromiso de la banda es presentarse en el Festival South by Southwest 2008 (Austin, Texas). Contáctanos en el mail saganyouth@gmail o sagan_youth@hotmail.com

sábado, septiembre 22, 2007

Bob Dylan y Jack White - One More Cup of Coffee

Hace un par de días el White Stripe se trepó al escenario para tocar esta canción con el viejo Bob. Una cámara espía estuvo ahí para captarlo...

martes, septiembre 11, 2007

Nuevo single de vinil de Los Llamarada

Los Llamarada The Very Next Moment 7" (S-S) $4

Little by little Los Llamarada is gonna take over the world. First they will shoot you with the neo-psychedelic stun gun of The Very Next Moment and then you'll be shivved by their version of Brenda
Lee's I'm Sorry. There's magic in this band of Mexican youngsters. In Rick Ele's words, "a churning neg-viber…and… awonderfully weird (and) bittersweet. " A very worthy follow up to their much raved about debut! 600 pressed. Hand stamped sleeve. en S-S Records.

martes, septiembre 04, 2007

La nueva pelic sobre Bob Dylan, I'm not there

"In I’m Not There the director uses Dylan partly to conduct a conversation with Jean-Luc Godard. This is suggested from the outset: I’m Not There opens and closes with offscreen gunshots much like those that begin and end Masculin-Féminin, Godard’s most concerted effort to intervene in Sixties youth culture in its pop-music aspect (“the children of Marx and Coca-Cola”) and incidentally the only major film of the period to name-check Dylan. Casting Gainsbourg, a French actress, as the avatar of Dylan’s most serious love objects, obliquely suggests an overlap between Godard’s passions and Dylan’s: a dark (Anglo-) French gamine, she evokes Anna Karina, Godard’s muse, not to mention her own parents, Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin, French pop-culture icons and contemporaries of Dylan." En Film Society of the Lincoln Center.

lunes, septiembre 03, 2007

Una reseña de... Break the silence

"Break the Silence by Los Llamarada
This started off slow and uninspiring, PJ Harvey at her worst. As it went on, exploring the elements (except for the loud re-creation of a buzzing fly) of what was going on made it more ... more. A relentless aural landscape formed ahead, as if one decided to break the silence throwing this on would be a What the Fuck? moment. That buzzing fly turned into the Star Trek transporter sound and I couldn't get the vision out of my head of William Shatner, hands raised above him Chorus Line style, with his mouth open in a silent scream.

A song with no beginning, middle or end. Like silence.

En Blast Your Podcast.

Otra reseña del LP de Llamarada

"Imagine if The Coachmen hadda been fronted by Kim Gordon instead of JD King and that their locomotive post-Modern Lovers/Velvets rock squall hadda been as de-formed and detonating as Sunstabbed-era Dead C w/ almost hysterical female and male vocals riding Robbie Yeats-style drums, fuzz guitar and organ in a classic basement formation and buried beneath a ton of tape fug. Then spin this crude looking slab of wax on S-S Records in a blindfold test and you'd swear you were listening to a real-time feedback loop wired directly into the most fevered environs of your own fanzine-riddled brain. This four piece from Mexico take you right *there* with sputtering No Wave crunch, early Swans/Sonic Youth atmospherics, classic avant garage licks and a level of personal possession that is extremely gratifying. Edition of 600, screened sleeves, last copies."

En Volcanic Tongue.


"This sounds awful but it was only after Ian died that we sat down and listened to the lyrics," says Morris. "You'd find yourself thinking, 'Oh my God, I missed this one.' Because I'd look at Ian's lyrics and think how clever he was putting himself in the position of someone else. I never believed he was writing about himself. Looking back, how could I have been so bleedin' stupid? Of course he was writing about himself. But I didn't go in and grab him and ask, 'What's up?' I have to live with that. Watching the film, there were moments when I wished I could have stepped into the film. Unfortunately, you can't." Stephen Morris (Joy Division / New Order). En The Guardian.

Kevin Ayers - Joy of a toy (1969)

Lo que ha estado dando vueltas.
Para bajar aquí.

The enemy watches me

"Bush had held that view, almost manic in its optimism, all the way up to election day, in defiance of all available polling data. At the very mention of such data, his face began to curdle. "I understand you can't let polls tell you what to think," he declared—one of his most frequently expressed sentiments, but now he went further: "And part of being a leader is: people watch you. I walk in that hall, I say to those commanders—well, guess what would happen if I walk in and say, 'Well, maybe it's not worth it.' When I'm out in the public"—and now he was fully animated, yanked out of his slouch and his eyes clenched like little blue fists—"I fully understand that the enemy watches me, the Iraqis are watching me, the troops watch me, and the people watch me.

"The other thing is that you can't fake it. You have to believe it. And I believe it. I believe we'll succeed." " En Slate.com

Kevin Ayers - Shooting at the moon (1970)

Kevin Ayers: La voz del primer Soft Machine en su segundo viaje psicodélico en solitario.... bueno, con acompañantes como Robert Wyatt.

Para descargar aquí.