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Vandals Internet Dating SuperstudsSe flere produkter fra CDON.comFragt: fra kr 29 |
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Obadike, Mendi / Obadike, Keith The Sour Thunder (internet Opera)Se flere produkter fra CDON.comFragt: fra kr 29 |
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Charnett Moffett InternetSe flere produkter fra AmazonAudio CD, Piadrum Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Jim Maddox Internet Web Site Marketing StrategiesSe flere produkter fra AmazonAudio CD, The Orchard Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Sigue Sigue Sputnik 21st Century Boys: the Best of Sigue Sigue SputnikSe flere produkter fra AmazonAstonishingly, Sigue Sigue Sputnik have lasted into the third millennium with their release, 21st Century Boys. Largely marketing themselves through the Internet, and still occasionally playing live, they get full marks for perseverance. Unfortunately, they got up so many noses during their brief mid-1980s heyday that it has always been difficult to perceive them as anything other than an overhyped bunch of no-talents with dopey hairdos and daft clothes, led by an ex-punk (Tony James) who was shacked up with Janet Street-Porter. Most of the 20 tracks on 21st Century Boys sound like The Cramps crossed with early Depeche Mode and, while the whole thing is virtually impossible to take at a single sitting, any one of them would work as an exquisitely kitsch dance groove if cranked up at a party. Try, for example, "Rio Rocks", a coy electronic reinterpretation of "La Bamba". The bizarre "Albinoni Vs Star Wars", in which the celebrated baroque adagio is set among sampled voices and swirly synths, is an equally amusing diversion, largely because it has a different rhythm and drum track than all the rest. Taken on its own trashy, junk-culture level, its certainly no less entertaining than an Archies album. --Johnny Black Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Recoil LiquidSe flere produkter fra AmazonRecoil is what Alan Wilder has been doing with himself since leaving Depeche Mode in 1996. Recoil are not a proper band, as such: the name is a flag of convenience under which Wilder arrays a floating roster of collaborators. The set-up is similar to Ivo Watts-Russell's This Mortal Coil and Hope Blister, and Recoil's actual music isn't so far removed from it, either: this is heavy-going stuff, big on gloomy and portentous atmosphere and rather light on chuckles and tunes you can whistle. Wilder is abetted this time out by performance poets Nicole Blackman and Samantha Coerbell, shrieking diva Diamanda Galas and one Rosa Torras, a Recoil fan from Barcelona who responded to Wilder's Internet appeal for recordings of people speaking in their native language. Between them, this unlikely collective have made a record that, while scarily cheerless, is not without a certain gloomy appeal. --Andrew Mueller Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Rob Halford ResurrectionSe flere produkter fra AmazonAs the title implies, former Judas Priest front man Rob Halford has returned--to his roots, if not his senses. After Fight and Two, Halford's post-Priest "experiments" (read: attempts to expand his market base), failed to set the charts afire, it was the singer's career that seemed to need a little resurrection. Hence this (he claims) largely autobiographical, often strangely nostalgic trip down metal's memory lane. That Halford's black-leather sensibility extends beyond his couture is immediately apparent; the crunching, occasionally modern rhythms (Ray Chindeau on bass, Bobby Jarzombek on drums) and twin-guitar assault (Patrick Lachman and Mike Chlasciak) offer a familiar metal landscape of thundering riffs and rapid-fire, diddly-squeak solos for Halford to unleash his ungodly howl upon, with just the odd ballad (the touching "Silent Screams") to shift the mood from anxious/angry to melancholy/angry. Fellow aged metal merchant Bruce Dickinson even drops by on "The One You Love to Hate" (self-esteem problems, fellas?) to swap some venom. Lest we forget that Halford was instrumental in inspiring This Is Spinal Tap, there are lyrics here that thoroughly blur the line between the sublime and the ridiculous ("Cyberworld"'s dire warnings that the Internet is "a Trojan Horse that eats your mind") and mix metaphors ("The world's a stage that's waiting for its bad ass to be kicked") with inspired abandon. In short, this is a heartwarming return to form. --Jerry McCulley Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Damned Grave DisorderSe flere produkter fra AmazonAt the beginning of the Damned's Grave Disorder, "I suspend the sitting, grave disorder having broken out", is barked by the admonished voice of then Speaker of The House Of Commons, Bernard Weatherill, before chunky fuzzed-up guitars and power drums jump-start a frantic poppy rant about revolution changing nothing and voting changing even less. Ah, the mirth and the mayhem. And--come to think of it--the melody and the macabre. The Damned are back and--thank hell--all their faculties are intact. Superannuated punks, ceaselessly providing live music for Britain's gnarly pallbearers to pogo to, Grave Disorder is only the Damned's fourth studio album in 16 years and, remarkably, the first to feature bereted loonball Captain Sensible since October 1982. Rat Scabies has gone, to be replaced by ex-English Dogs tubthumper Pinch, Monty Oxy Moron is in on keyboards and Dave Vanian--he of the one-time gothic Dickie Davies hairstyle--remains at the vocal helm. Vanian even gets to sing a manly-voiced love song to missus and bassist Patricia Morrison (formerly of Sisters Of Mercy) which humorously robs Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" of a few chords. Vanian, actually, is at the top of his game: "Absinthe" , his tribute to the hallucinogenic washing-up liquid of Fin De Siecle Paris is a wonder; "Amen", a grimly insurgent anti-religion rocker with clanging church bell samples is hilarious; and the Andrew Lloyd-Webber treatment on the brilliant "Beauty of the Beast" (Vanian's tribute to the flesh-crawling artfulness of the vintage black and white horror flick) only makes you mad that the Damned never got around to doing a gothic version of Phantom of the Opera in their 1980s heyday. Even so--from the spiky, surfed-up ode to Internet addiction on "Song.com" to the political wryness of "W" (surely pronounced "Dubya")--this is neat, neat, neat all the way and probably the finest album the Damned have ever made. --Kevin Maidment Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Patti Smith Land 1975-2002Se flere produkter fra AmazonIn some ways, singer/songwriter Patti Smith seems an unlikely choice for a full-bore anthology like Land (1975-2002). After all, she's had only one charting single with "Because the Night". Yet her influence on the fledgling NYC punk scene and as a protofeminist poet renders her something of an American counterculture icon. As such, Land serves to frame an uncompromising career spanning four decades. Split over two discs and featuring 31 tracks and almost two-and-a-half hours of music, Land begins with a survey of Smith's studio albums, relying most heavily on 1978's Easter. All the greats are here--"Dancing Barefoot", "People Have the Power", "Gloria", "Rock 'n' Roll Nigger", "Frederick" and, of course, "Because the Night". There's also a newly recorded version of Prince's "When Doves Cry", one of two songs cut specifically for this collection. The second disc is where fans--who were solicited for track selection input via gigs and the Internet--get the goods. Early demos, among them 1974's coveted "Piss Factory", plus two other pre- Horses recordings, "Redondo Beach" and "Distance Fingers", kick things off. What follows is a batch of previously unreleased live recordings--"Dead City", "Spell", "Boy Cried Wolf"--most captured during a 2001 tour through the US and Europe, and studio outtakes. Smith herself helped remaster the recordings while stacking the accompanying booklet with fans' photos and the like. Land probably won't spark a Smith renaissance, but loyalists can marvel at an artist who's never turned a fast buck by easing up on the sweat, tears, hunger and integrity that inform every one of these tracks. --Kim Hughes Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Ben Folds Supersunnyspeedgraphic: The LPSe flere produkter fra AmazonYou could be forgiven for never having considered exactly what the sweaty, inflated machismo of The Darkness' "Get Your Hands Off My Woman" would sound like played on the old Joanna by a straight-laced looking bloke called Ben with a sensible haircut. But then you probably don't lurk on Ben Folds fan-site forums after dark, do you? You've probably never made claims that Folds has done for the piano pop song what Hendrix did for the guitar either. You might be right on that one, but you're certainly all the poorer for having never heard that cover, all warm falsetto-fired super-harmonies and intense hammering at both ends of the piano. And that's before we even start considering The Cure's "In Between Days" as breezy concerto and a thrillingly subversive reworking of Dr Dre's misogynistic "Bitches Ain't Shit" as an ELO-style ballad with dead-pan enunciation of street cussing all the way to the finish line. All of these are gathered from celebrated internet-only EP releases from the last couple of years onto one physical release for the first time, along with original works like the deep string-sewn tapestry "Still", which confirm the solo Ben Folds to be one of the most accomplished and quirky talents in US indie. --James Berry Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Fleet Foxes Fleet FoxesSe flere produkter fra AmazonIt's now twenty years since grunge emerged from then culturally isolated Seattle and Fleet Foxes, the eponymous debut album from the city's latest heroes, demonstrates just how much American independent rock has mutated in that time. The five young members of Fleet Foxes make up a very different sort of rock band, describing their own music as "baroque harmonic pop jams". Even that understates the depths of the quintet's effortless vocal harmonies and gently woozy, folky feel. Of their contemporaries only the enigmatic Midlake and My Morning Jacket at their most fragile come close, but neither could have cooked up the Beach Boys spiritual of "White Winter Hymnal" or its more powerful companion piece "Ragged Wood". In fact Fleet Foxes happily admit to aspiring to an earlier tradition--not just obvious antecedents like the Byrds, the Association, Neil Young and, especially, David Crosby's famously unfocussed solo album If Only I Could Remember My Name but ancient English folk songs and their later American descendents. All were hunted and gathered from the internet--songwriters Robin Pecknold and Skye Skjelset are barely in their twenties. Add a host of unlikely instruments and the results are stunning, the complete antithesis of mainstream stadium indie that has followed Arcade Fire. Still, the cover features a Bruegel painting of peasants that might have graced any Black Sabbath sleeve. In that way at least Fleet Foxes salute a local tradition. -Â?Steve Jelbert Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Jethro Tull J-Tull Dot ComSe flere produkter fra AmazonThe cyber-centric title of Jethro Tull's 25th collection of new music is cause for pause. Ye olde art-rock band dropping au courant lingo into their songs from the wood? Ian Anderson intoning with characteristic gravity: "Punch my name and in case you wonder / I'll be yours / Yours dot com"? Hmmm. What would that poor old sod Aqualung think? Get past the notion that these fixtures of prog-rock have hit upon the dubious notion of using an album title as a billboard for their Web site, however, and you've got a collection that will leave Tull true believers contented. The group's inimitable hard rock and otherworldly folk brew makes no less--or more--sense now than it did when the group emerged with such unlikely hits as the aforementioned Aqualung and 1972's Thick as a Brick, which consisted of one 43-minute song spread over two sides of a record. If they could pull that off, these durable graybeards can find love on the Internet. --Steven Stolder Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Various Artists Sugar Vallone: the Soundtrack to Finding Love and Keeping ItSe flere produkter fra AmazonSugar Vallone is the soundtrack to finding love and keeping it, and follows in the tradition of the great chick-flick movie soundtracks. It could easily be the soundtrack album to the next British romantic comedy--except that the movie is the album's own TV commercial, a 30-minute story about a chic thirtysomething woman who finds love through Internet dating--but not how she expected to. Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Gnarls Barkley St. ElsewhereSe flere produkter fra AmazonIn 2006, Danger Mouse is King Midas of the music world. He has an uncanny knack for creating jagged, dense, frenzied beats and odd, eerie, vivid soundscapes that never compromise the music's natural flow. Meanwhile, rapper and singer Cee-Lo, a veteran of Atlanta's Dirty South scene, has never been one to be constrained by hip-hop conventions, and is a willing partner in adventure. The result is an intrepid psychedelic blend of pop, hip-hop, soul, and rock that consistently challenges and delights. It's no wonder that "Crazy," with its modest riff, irresistible hook, and disarming opening line ("I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind") became a worldwide Internet sensation a full six months before the official release of St. Elsewhere. But that relatively simple soul-pop gem is the tamest track on this wide-ranging, often dark and introspective collaboration. (In fact, the duo considers Gnarls Barkley to be a wholly new creation, as opposed to a collaboration of existing artists.) "Everybody is somebody, but nobody wants to be themselves," Cee-Lo croons on "Who Cares?" He and Danger Mouse try very hard not to be their old selves as they creatively and confidently break down boundaries, but the brilliant cores of their musical personae--Cee-Lo's eccentric spiritual soul man and Danger's bold sonic explorer--remain. -- Marc Greilsamer Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Supreme Beings Of Leisure Strange Love AddictionSe flere produkter fra AmazonAmerican band in post-dance electronic pop shock! Yes not since the days of Dee-lite has anything come out of the States so alternative, so... European. This is funky lounge music, reminiscent of Smoke City at their best, and very clearly Portishead-y in the Bristol group's more lowly moments. The four members of the Los-Angeles-based group trace bloodlines from Iran, Puerto Rico, Japan, Hawaii and Ireland which explains their lack of adherence to conventionality. Balaeric techno, hip-hop, drum and bass and lounge music all get mixed together in a potpourri of out-there digital exotica. The production has been compared to that of William Orbit's on Madonna's Ray of Light album, and that's not an unreasonable touchstone. The three lead tracks ("Never The Same", "Goldigger" and "Last Girl On Earth") are powerful slow burners. My advice: turn the lights off, light your incense (or whatever) and let them knock you over. After that, the Supreme Beings succumb to a musical malaise of their own lethargic making (inevitable, really, given their name). After the openers there's a lack of bite in their sound that leaves a hole in the sound. It becomes lo-fat music: it tastes right and looks right, but just isn't as satisfying. The Supreme Beings have made strong use of the Internet to promote their album, actively giving away some of their first songs as MP3s as a means of getting them off the ground. And here they are, ready for take off. If they can summon up the energy. --Jake Barnes Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Moldy Peaches Moldy PeachesSe flere produkter fra AmazonThe Moldy Peaches' Adam Green and Kimya Dawson are the scourge of shoe-gazer's everywhere: extrovert indie rock chameleons who channel their awkward social skills into a scatological satire that dwells on botulism, wannabe boyfriends, Internet porn and street drugs. Their wry debut album, Moldy Peaches, is so lo-fi it sounds like a genuine bedroom production (at one point you can even hear a telephone ringing in the background). The record absent-mindedly skips genres the way kids click TV channels, from fragile acoustic folk and savant hip-hop to amplified garage punk sing-a-longs and back again. Backed by a whisper of guitar, recorder and off-key backing vocals, "Nothing Came Out"--Kimya's confessional about an unrequited love--is almost touching--almost. Until she gets to the cutting punchline: "And besides, you're probably holding hands with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands." There's the debased blues-rock stomp of "Downloading Porn with Davo", while "Steak for Chicken" is a calculatingly inept duet featuring two different sets of lyrics sung simultaneously. Full of outrageous throw-away lyrics (like Adam's "Who mistook the crap for genius/Who is going to stroke my penis") that demand repeat listens, the Moldy Peaches smell like a cult band in the making. --Chris Campion Fragt: Ukendt! |
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Carly Simon The Bedroom TapesSe flere produkter fra AmazonNot unlike Joni Mitchell's later work, The Bedroom Tapes finds Carly Simon facing the modern world with a certain bemusement. She's not as cranky as Mitchell about the things she sees; in fact, she doesn't quite seem to know what to think about such phenomenon as the Internet ("Big Dumb Guy").There's some wit on display here; "We Your Dearest Friends" is a cutting song about social politics, while "Actress" may be a sly acknowledgment of Simon's famous stage fright. Despite her obvious smarts, though, The Bedroom Tapes has the distinct feel of the work of someone who's going through the motions. Grown-up rock doesn't have to be so staid. --Bob Roget Fragt: Ukendt! |
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