The Kick-Ass Face Of The Noise (part II)

by BadMotherFucker
 
If you missed the first part, check it here.
 

Toto – Turn back

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One of the most stupid bands ever, which for an unknown reason managed to get great commercial success. On the other hand, if you have a quick look at the charts, you will easily understand that we are surrounded by idiots (you are right Santiago) and that artists who are not even able to imitate the sound of a monkey playing the xylophone are or were on top. But still, this is a list focused on covers and as a cover “Turn Back” is really good. Ok, to be honest, with such a ridiculous name, it’s not that hard to come up with the idea of the cover, it’s just four letters…

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Pambilinho

by Michael Seckler

My knees are close to my chin, and I’m canting my head because of the low roof. The bus that is racing into the Ecuadorian rain forest is a converted truck with benches and a roof made of wood. While the Salsa-music is trying to drown the sound of the branches hitting the truck, I think about what brought me into this nothingness. My destination is the house, Pambilinho, home of two Ecuadorian brothers who actually did what generally stays a thought: leaving society behind and moving into nature. Into the Wild. I love this movie.

After three hours I see the Pambilinho sign at the side of the road and pound my hand against the roof to tell the bus driver to stop.

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Fado and its ways to make us cry

by Laura Vilaça

There’s music that gives you emotional rides. Most of the times, it’s because it can be related to a particular period of your life, or because the rhythm suits your usual mood, or just because the song sounds awesome. There are, however, some songs that are indissociable from your culture. Those are the ones that fuck you up – in the good sense – the most: they prove that you can relate to people with whom you share geographical but not personal space with; they bring out a common feeling among people from the same place.

In Portugal, specifically, we call that type of music Fado. Despite there being a lot of Portuguese people who don’t enjoy it particularly (sons of bitches with not an inch of musical taste in their miserable bodies), Fado usually brings out the Niagara Falls in the eyes of most Portuguese.

Fado literally means “fate”, and this music genre roots its concept on melancholy, mournfulness and a culturally bound sentiment of resignation. The songs generally narrate scenes of day-to-day life through a powerful voice that trembles in the singing and a  guitar to mark the pace.

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all subtitled and stuff just for you guys. we’re so nice.

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Syria’s subtle scream for attention…

by Noort Bakx
 

While the news has been buzzing all week long about the Boston bombings, a picture of the Syrian rebels showed up showing solidarity and support for the victims in the attacks, while simultaneously pointing out that these kind of horrors have become part of everyday life in Syria. This picture makes me wonder about two things. First of all, how does the focus on either putting Boston or Syria in the news work, why do the horrors of Boston get more attention in the news than Syria does? And second of all, what does this picture really represent?

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Give me back quality shit TV!

By Camy Roch

For a blog firstly – and temporarily… – baptised Fuckorama, one would agree that the previous topics seemed to be quite serious. Politics, books, album covers… To be honest, I didn’t feel the courage after an exhausting day of work – yes, I do work a lot –to dive myself into some intricate analysis. No. Time had come, I figured, to lower the level of this website to a more worldwide spread concern: The unfortunate and highly disconcerting decline of French reality TV. I mean, let’s face it. If I first met you tomorrow and you asked me if I do watch reality TV, I would adopt the exact same attitude as practised by all my TV-addicted fellows around the globe. I will look right into your eyes and answer with dignity: “Of course, I don’t”. Lies.

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