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Thursday, 4 September 2008

Download Misanthrope mp3

Artist: Misanthrope: mp3 download

   Genre(s):

Metal: Doom

Discography:

Misanthro-Therapie

Year: 2004

Tracks: 13

Misanthrope Immortel

Year: 2000

Tracks: 10

France's Misanthrope ar a progressive death alloy band wHO, unlike to the highest arcdegree of their stylistic brethren, in reality lean towards the 'progressive' more than so than the 'death' portion of the say. Formed in 1988 by vocalist/guitarist Phillipe De L'ArgiliÃ¨re, the stripe made their recorded debut with 1991's name-explaining Hater of Mankind -- a split E.P. with Chileans Torturer. On this and their subsequent albums, Variation on Inductive Theories (1993), Miracles: Totem Taboo (1994), and 1666...Dramatic art Bizarre (1995), the band's challenging efforts to mix energetic alloy riffs, incongruous clip changes, and even out of work words fusion, often proven more than puzzling than actually successful -- no thanks to their alternated use of both French and English lyrics. But with 1997's much more cohesive Visionnaire, Misanthrope's maverick metallic compositions were finally brought into focus and made to make mother wit, preeminent to their low gear major brush with international recognition. Since then, the group has continued to expand the on the face of it boundless possibilities of their stylus with every release, to card 1998's Libertine Humiliations, 2000s outtakes appeal, Recueil d'Ã‰cueils: Les Ã‰paves et Autres Oeuvres Interdites, and Immortal Misanthrope, and 2003's Sadistic Sex Daemon. Through it all, L'ArgiliÃ¨re has remained the only ceaseless in Misanthrope's account statement, and has worked with over a twelve musicians. Listing them all hither would, of course, be a quite bootless use, merely for the interest of data, his in vogue encouraging cast includes Jean-Baptiste Boitel (samples/keyboards), Gregory Lambert (lead-in guitar), Anthony Scemama (guitar), Jean-Jacques MorÃ©ac (bass), and GaÃ«l Feret (drums).

Monday, 25 August 2008

Watch The View reveal new album details at V Festival

The View have told NME.COM that their unexampled album volition be released "early succeeding year".

Speaking in a video interview at V Festival, bassist Kieren Webster said that the band expected the album would surprise a set of people.

"We've got some strings on it and some keys on it in places," he explained. "It's altogether different from the number one album, just it's good.

"There's some strange topics of songs, a circle better than your common [themes of] love/hate. 'Glass Smash' is about a couple throwing glasses at each other after a night out."

Webster also confirmed that Owen Morris, wHO produced 2007's 'Hats Off To The Buskers', worked on the new record album too.

To watch the interview in full, click below:

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Thursday, 7 August 2008

Mixology 11 - Mixed By Bexta & Sophie Sugar

Mixology Vol 11

One of the most prominent dj/producers in Australia�s dance music history, BeXta (a.k.a Rebecca Poulsen) has

Friday, 27 June 2008

Amy Winehouse - Winehouse Rehearsing Hard For Weekend Gigs

Troubled star AMY WINEHOUSE has begun rehearsing for her imminent live performances at the weekend (beg28Jun08), despite still receiving treatment in hospital for severe lung problems.

The star's representative confirmed she had started working on her set for upcoming gigs at English music festival Glastonbury on Saturday (28Jun08) and Nelson Mandela's 90th birthday celebrations in London on Friday (27Jun08).

Although a spokesperson insists Winehouse's appearances at the show's "looks likely", she will have an anxious wait for "the final sign-off" from worried doctors.

The Rehab singer is receiving treatment for traces of lung disease emphysema at a Marylebone, London clinic after collapsing at her home in the British capital last week (beg16Jun08).

And despite severe warnings from medical specialists about her tobacco habit, Winehouse shocked onlookers on Monday (23Jun08) when she sparked up a cigarette outside the clinic where she is being treated.

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Sunday, 22 June 2008

Pretty Ricky: Get Ready For Joy, In Bigger Than The Sound

There are many benefits to spending 13 hours a week on an airplane. I just can't think of any of them at the moment.

This is probably because I am on an airplane right now, winging my way from New York to Los Angeles once again, for another episode of "FNMTV," Pete Wentz's Friday night video show that I am rather inexplicably a part of. For the next, oh, 10 weeks, that means I will effectively be bicoastal, an official jet-setter and the kind of guy who gets to lounge about in Admiral's Clubs all day long.

That all sounds very glamorous, but I assure you it's not. Because it also means that I always feel tired, jet-lagged and half-drunk (without the whole "getting drunk" part, unfortunately); that I have neglected my duties as general manager of three fantasy-baseball teams; and — perhaps most troubling — that I don't have the slightest idea what is happening anywhere in the world. At all.

I missed the whole "terrorist fist jab" thing, I had no idea Tim Russert had died, and I completely spaced on both the Celtics' Game 4 comeback and Tiger's heroics at Torrey Pines. I am basically like a 5-year-old at this point, blissfully unaware of anything, constantly amazed by everything. You could probably distract me just by jangling a set of keys in front of my face. In fact, if you see me, please don't attempt to do this.

Of course, being a confused, punch-drunk toddler isn't all bad. Come to think of it, it's pretty much the only good thing about spending so much time on airplanes. For one, I can safely say that my appreciation for Pretty Ricky is currently at an all-time high.

Confused? Let me give you a bit of backstory. Late last month, just as all my "FNMTV" hysteria was ramping up, Pretty Ricky — the hyper-libidinous, barely literate R&B quartet perhaps best known for wearing matching "Phantom of the Opera" costumes and inspiring a series of YouTube tribute clips in which shirtless young men summarily ravage furniture — unleashed the epic (and episodic) "21 Days Of 4Play" series, a collection of clips designed to hype both their upcoming album, 80's Babies, and their newest member, a bulgy, preening lover-man who goes by the name of 4Play (you can probably also guess what his primary interest is). As is the case with everything PR do, the videos are low-budget, nonsensical and, of course, obsessed with all things coital. They are full of dramatic soliloquies, shirtless games of craps and grammar lessons given from the back of an SUV. There are impromptu performances filmed on back porches with insane jungle motifs, rambling odes to females delivered from what appears to be King Tut's tomb (or a rec room), and speeches about naked recording techniques given by a gentleman wearing only a wife-beater and jockey shorts (and a 20-pound dookie chain, of course).

The series is, if you haven't gathered, perhaps the most amazingly overwrought bit of lo-fi celluloid to hit the small screen since R. Kelly's legendary "Trapped in the Closet" was foisted upon the unsuspecting masses. It is that good. Probably even better.

Of course, since I was traveling so much, the series came and went without me even noticing, and it wasn't until last week, when my alarmingly brilliant co-worker — and fellow Ricky obsessive — Jim Cantiello sent me a hyperbolic e-mail about it (sample line: "Holy crap. I just can't even contain myself. You must watch them. All of them") that I actually got around to watching all 21 Days. And suffice to say, my reality hasn't been the same since.

Perhaps it's because I am jet-lagged, exhausted and relatively brain-dead, or maybe it was just the result of having nothing else to do, but I have spent basically every waking minute living Pretty Ricky. In airport terminals, hotel rooms and taxi cabs, I have watched and rewatched the series, taking breaks only to eat, sleep and fire off agitated e-mails to my wife about Pretty Ricky (she does not, shall we say, share my excitement). I know every scene, line and location by heart. I have become obsessed with the lives, sartorial choices and idiosyncrasies of the group members, so much so that I find myself wondering why Slick'Em spends most of Episode 13 running a lint-roller over his pectorals, or counting the number of times Spectacular licks his lips, or even marveling at Diamond Blue's commitment to the whole 80's Babies concept, which is so deep that he's taken to dressing like all three members of Bel Biv DeVoe simultaneously and delivering lines like, "I like girls with one toe, five toes, 10 toes" with a straight face (Blue is 100 percent the MVP of the entire "21 Days" series). To be honest, I don't care that much about 4Play, but I'm even willing to give him the benefit of repeated viewings.

And, like I said, the reason for this is probably because of my current situation and mental state (Pretty Ricky are the jangliest of keys, it would seem), but I am OK with this. In fact, I'm glad I'm this way. There is some sort of joyous ridiculousness to the entire series, something I'm sure I'd miss (or at least try to overthink) under so-called "normal" circumstances.

Because as a music journalist, I know I would let my head get in the way of all this. Perhaps I would feel guilty for liking it so much, because, you know, it's the lowest form of art, and maybe Pretty Ricky aren't smart enough to realize the joke's on them (I did the exactly this with Kelly's "Trapped" series, penning a hand-wringing "open letter" to him in an edition of Bigger Than the Sound that ran last year). Or maybe I'd spend hours trying to contextualize the entire series, to attach some sort of higher meaning to it all rather than just enjoy it.

And I'm glad I'm not doing that here. "21 Days of 4Play" is amazing simply because it's amazing. And the same goes for Pretty Ricky. There are probably deeper reasons why I love them both so much, but who needs that? Why use statements like "post-ironic" or "unintentionally hilarious" when simplicity will do? I happen to think super-horny dudes delivering salacious come-ons while wearing Versace silks (or relaxing in an Egyptian-themed room) are hilarious. I am OK with this.

Because, trust me: It's best not to think about it. Just sit back, turn you brain off, and get ready for joy.

You don't have to be a 5-year-old to figure it out. Or maybe you do.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Hit me up at BTTS@MTVStaff.com.

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Saturday, 14 June 2008

Gms and Wrecked Machines and Pixel

Artist: Gms and Wrecked Machines and Pixel

   Genre(s):
Trance: Psychedelic