mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 08:16 |
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the unicorns
the unicorns are the best band in the world.
their live show is the most visceral experience of your lives, more stimulus could paralyze the frontal lobe of your brain.
their music is the most brilliant garage-pop this side of the sun. the drummer is creeping on the border of savantism. mix pop organ with gained out
guitar, violin and flute? you have a masterpiece on your hands.
the album "who will cut our hair when we're gone?" should be bought as soon as possible
tell your friends. actually, dont. your friends dont deserve to know.
[Edited on 18-1-04 by mr. dobalina]
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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RobH
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 09:12 |
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Never heard of them... where are they from?
www.sluggy.com
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armour_guitarist
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 10:52 |
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sounds intriguing... do they have a website?
Some things take more than a lifetime.
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 12:04 |
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two members from bc, one from ontario. they started out as a band in montreal. but these details are unimportant.
listen to them. see them live.
applause is food for these people.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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Pure_Ibanez_Sound
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 15:31 |
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quotation:
Originally posted by mr. dobalina
applause is food for these people.
So if they do not become famous, and end up homeless. Instead of giving them food, we can just clap for them? That'll replenish their
nutrient-needy stomaches? How interesting...
one last show.
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-1-18 at 15:52 |
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you're welcome.
they already are homeless. and my guess is pretty damn hungry too.
[Edited on 18-1-04 by mr. dobalina]
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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