I did a walking tour by the Colombia Avenue, and Paseo Bolivar Puente Ortiz and I liked the lighting and the organization had.
As usual we could not miss the sales of green mango, chicken skewers, corn and crafts. Ah! and Hare Crishna.
begin, how could it be otherwise with a mandolin in the west of Buenos Aires. As its name suggests, these recalcitrant pubescent, natives of Haedo, make a rock eschatological neighborhood with influences of the Rolling Stones, Manowar, the worst AC / DC and some of the Round (when not?). Guitars predictable, low tune, an ugly voice bottle with megaphone typical "short", rhythms and paddle oligophrenic sub-suburban-letters that mostly deal with how to get "shovel" in times of scarcity-that do not add anything to what and heard a thousand times in this type of gender gaps in art, make a demo ("Rocanrolocura) 6-temuchos, which had been invested money better spent on charity. His court is broadcasting "I do not give funs" (with "c", I swear), or could call it "I can not get no (Satisfucktion)" version "social plan". worst thing is that these children dream of filling Vélez splint someday!
In Pergamino, the land of the Pomar-greasy comes this CD-ROM with printed label ink-jet, like its horrible cover. The band, despite its ambiguous name (thanks = fat) , makes music that is neither in a million years to match his image, poorly modeled on The New York Dolls. Anything but jazz quintets, which are decent academic music shit behind names, these monkeys fifth play to be a mix between Bon Jovi indigestible, Sweet Ro and La Mancha (b) Ando. Catchy ballads and hard rocks feis-time digestion cutting a watermelon worse than patero wine.
pretend to be metalheads, claim to be Celts, but nothing becomes reality when they try indructuosamente to merge both streams, producing a pale symphonic metal that moves or their own mothers, and they can not merge a pot of noodles and meat sauce respective. The castillerío ridiculous and outmoded these Mendoza bored after four minutes of passive listening. The formulas are constantly repeated in this demo - "Beyond the sea of \u200b\u200bhardship" - so that instead of imagining one climbed a fire steed fighting the dragons of hell, is riding a pony gentle square and pirulino scaring sellers. Worst of all: the epic track "The torment of Ligeia" Nahuel Garderes guitar shows, moreover, all what you learned in the conservatory (and who cares?), but not transmit anything feeling. You are not under scrutiny, chabón! However, Paul does produce effects Hermida with his squeaky voice: a huge desire to throw over his head this book stinks. Lords of Rictus: before being a freak kind gentlemen, squires learn to be passable.
I have the testicles to the floor I listen to teens North (more precisely of Olives) who believe that with Sonar and Reason can be decent electronics. Do not dream-pop, and ambient, and trance, and chill-out, or even retro-house. It's just people, bored of playing with the Playstation 3, thought he could do something more with their lives to fill their Fotologs, deciding to spread this minestrone flogger predictable, full of rhythmites and loopitos already heard over and over again in real artists such as 2 Many DJs, Daft Punk and Soulwax. Do not touch me with a good name and good cover, because the outcome of this "branching clorox" goes the cliché. The names of songs, image and sound is usually a red carpet invitation to speak to them "Enough. Put to consider a career, because their daddies (some of them work in the multinational surely namesake) are burning with the gooseneck gizmo both in their rooms without ordering product of its enviable countertops ". I suggest that before try an independent production, put at serious electronic music, instead of recording shit that only captivate its Northlands school sweetheart.