Music it’s dead. Too many times too many people stated this to matter anymore. I gave up on music lately because everything sound like something I already heard and I’m pretty bored. And tired.
Pegazusok Nem Léteznek it’s a relatively new Hungarian band and reminds me of Nine Inch Nails, respectively How to Destroy Angels. Pop music. Modern, consistent pop music, not that fancy lemonade!
It’s a little bit gloomy, a little bit indie, electronic and sometimes shoe gazing – or meditative if you prefer, minimalist, but catchy. It’s a strange dream, but you don’t wanna wake up from it.
Eszter Ács – vocals and keyboards, Domokos Lázár – guitar and vocals, Lázár Ágoston – drums and Róbert Németh – bass guitar find something beautiful, something of their own.
I stumbled into them accidentally while I was digging up news about one of my old favorites: Európa kiadó. Read more PNL – Pegazusok Nem Léteznek
If Syd Barrett would still be around and doing records, probably he would play the things John Frusciante play. A brilliant, but sometimes disturbing game of motions and emotions beyond the horizon we generally dare to explore. Sometimes there is no line between madness and genius.
Odată cu Soarele și cu vântul de primăvară, vine la București și o formație din Cluj-Napoca să ne mai dezmorțească. Theory of Mind îi are la bază pe frații Bosînceanu, Vladimir – voce și chitară, respectiv Andrei bas, lor li s-au alăturat chitaristul Alex Cos și bateristul Tudor Bilt.
If you’re looking for something different, the Italian 
Honestly, I’m glad that the melancholy and platitudes fueled concept trilogy of “Hombre Lobo” (2009), “End Times” (2010) and “Tomorrow Morning” (2010) it’s closed and hopefully Mark Oliver Everett, better known as E. Other, moved over. Those country-blues flavored, mostly boring and tasteless, self-pity ballads, frankly, were a great disappointment. Sentiments? Well, I have sympathy for those stories of desire, loss, and redemption, but can not shed a tear. Got my own s*it to bear. And nobody shed a tear for me, not even giving a s*it.
Blue Willa is the debut album by the Italian art rock quartet bearing that same name. The band had been touring and recording for years under the name Baby Blue, but then they decide it that the time has come for change and came up with a brand new identity: Blue Willa.
Two years after its acclaimed debut effort “Like a coffee” released through M&O Music & Mosaic Music Distribution, Kursed returns with a new album entitled “Miaow” and filled-up with the same Brit indie rock and post-punk revival flavored music in the vein of Arctic Monkeys, Bloc Party, The Fratellis, Kaiser Chiefs, and blended with dirty American, blues rooted indie rock in the footsteps of The Black Keys, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Modest Mouse, The Killers, and Interpol.
EmptyMansions it’s the solo effort of Interpol’s drummer Sam Fogarino. Sam Fogarino wrote most of the songs for snakes while on tour promoting Interpol’s fourth and self-titled album, from mid 2009 to late 2011. This is raw sounding, garage flavored, but genuine indie rock, somewhere in the space between dEUS, Eels (in their good old days) and Sonic Youth. As he describe it: lyrically, the songs are the result of he’s reading much postmodern fiction by writers such as Hubert Selby Jr (‘Sulfate’); discovering an appreciation for aerial dance and a fascination with outer-space (‘Lyra’); the TV-drama Justified (‘Up In The Holler’), and Black Francis of Pixies fame (‘That Man’). Musically, Sam drew upon classic heavyweights; Neil Young (The closing track on snakes is a cover of ‘Down By The River’), The Stones, Zeppelin—filtered through his affinity with the likes of Sonic Youth and Pixies. 
Some bands are coming out of the blue and breaking all the rules and conventions, and delivering what we should simply call “the real thing”. Music. Not conveniences. Not consumables. Not that predictable boom-boom, bang-bang what we use to upload in our mp3 players to cover the urban background noises and isolate ourselves from all the others and the rest of the world. No. It’s definitively something it’s very wrong whit this species.
Music business it’s a bitch. The worst type of. And only getting worst. Don’t matter what and how you play, don’t matter anymore how creative and innovative you are, but who you know, eventually, who’s ass you’re willing to kiss and how deep you’re willing to enter your tongue. Brutal? Welcome to the real world.
