<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052</id><updated>2011-12-25T06:56:05.084-08:00</updated><category term='dark trip-hop'/><category term='new romantic'/><category term='pearl jam'/><category term='cocteau twins'/><category term='good morning kiss'/><category term='experimental rock'/><category term='hell'/><category term='autolux'/><category term='french rock'/><category term='improvisation'/><category term='My Bloody Valentine'/><category term='Tom Vek'/><category term='idm'/><category term='slowcore'/><category term='shoegaze'/><category term='drone'/><category term='vaquinha'/><category term='low-fi'/><category 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term='laptop'/><category term='lemonheads'/><category term='Kassin'/><category term='delicate rock'/><category term='rock'/><category term='experimental jazz'/><category term='sophisticated pop'/><category term='rocktronica'/><category term='progressive rock'/><category term='Guilherme Barrella'/><category term='amusement parks on fire'/><category term='minimal'/><category term='sonic youth'/><category term='band of horses'/><category term='progressive metal'/><category term='melodic metal'/><category term='coração'/><category term='dannish'/><category term='the cure'/><category term='guitarra'/><category term='death metal'/><category term='hard rock'/><category term='air formation'/><category term='elefant'/><category term='trash metal'/><category term='trip-hop'/><category term='iBook'/><category term='noise'/><category term='hardcore'/><category term='camille'/><category term='electro'/><category term='lo-fi'/><category term='skate'/><category term='stoner rock'/><category term='My Vitriol'/><category term='fuzz-folk'/><category term='minimal techno'/><category term='dave navarro'/><category term='ambient'/><category term='pink moon'/><category term='tecnologia'/><category term='antonio carlos jobim'/><category term='laptop music'/><category term='8-bit'/><category term='ricardo villalobos'/><category term='Playback'/><category term='bossa nova'/><category term='Neutral Milk Hotel'/><category term='Jesus Jones'/><category term='pj harvey'/><category term='lightning bolt'/><category term='a questão humana'/><category term='lali puna'/><category term='Blue Afternoon'/><category term='thee more shallows'/><category term='vashti bunyan'/><category term='techno'/><category term='bubblegum'/><category term='Pellumair'/><category term='arab strap'/><category term='nick drake'/><category term='engenheiros do hawaii'/><category term='mark lanegan'/><category term='newgaze'/><category term='indie rock'/><category term='low-fi chic'/><category term='wolf eyes'/><category term='Foo Fighters'/><category term='Guitar'/><category term='rid of me'/><category term='Hood'/><category term='moose'/><category term='pop rock'/><category term='whisky rock'/><category term='sintetizador'/><category term='Ambulance LTD'/><category term='french pop'/><title type='text'>Música de Cabeceira</title><subtitle type='html'>Clássicos pessoais; mini obras de arte.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3349215377050796162</id><published>2009-02-28T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:48:23.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sepultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hardcore'/><title type='text'>SEPULTURA, Against</title><content type='html'>SEPULTURA, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AGAINST&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SalcNERr8uI/AAAAAAAAARo/vrj84APghJw/s1600-h/r6671801145378074xo4.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SalcNERr8uI/AAAAAAAAARo/vrj84APghJw/s320/r6671801145378074xo4.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307875015388820194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Against&lt;/span&gt; é o primeiro trabalho do Sepultura com o Derrick Green nos vocais, substituindo o Max Cavalera, depois da crise que deu um racha na b8)anda. É, portanto, um disco feito em clima de raiva, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;contra&lt;/span&gt; o período pelo qual eles acabavam de passar, e que resultou em quinze faixas de um hardcore violento e agressivo. A sonoridade é única na carreira da banda, porque não remete em muitas coisas ao trash metal que eles sempre fizeram tão bem. Destaques para "Choke", com o vocal rasgado do Derrick no máximo, e "Reza", que tem o João Gordo cuspindo um monte de palavras ininteligíveis numa base punk rock acelerada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?4jyy5n1otmi"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: hardcore / violent punk rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3349215377050796162?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3349215377050796162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3349215377050796162' title='42 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3349215377050796162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3349215377050796162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/02/sepultura-against.html' title='SEPULTURA, Against'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SalcNERr8uI/AAAAAAAAARo/vrj84APghJw/s72-c/r6671801145378074xo4.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6972194140154173737</id><published>2009-02-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:47:14.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100%'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic youth'/><title type='text'>SONIC YOUTH, Dirty</title><content type='html'>SONIC YOUTH, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DIRTY&lt;/span&gt; (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SadHtlHnQcI/AAAAAAAAARg/XGQbbSNy9dg/s1600-h/dirty01zt4.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SadHtlHnQcI/AAAAAAAAARg/XGQbbSNy9dg/s320/dirty01zt4.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307289534263148994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu estava fotografando uns skatistas e lembrei que nunca tinha postado esse disco. O &lt;a href="http://videolog.uol.com.br/video.php?id=207989"&gt;vídeo de 100%&lt;/a&gt; é uma das coisas mais chocantes, lindas e emocionantes que já vi. E &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty&lt;/span&gt; é não só o disco que levou o Sonic Youth e o noise rock às massas, mas também um trabalho que resume uma época (o início dos anos 90, o grunge, a melancolia das camisetas de flanela) com uma sutileza e sínteses ímpares. Já fiz air guitar de "Drunken Butterfly" e "Youth Against Fascism" em muitas pistas de rock por aí, com muito gosto. As quinze músicas desse trabalho mudaram minha concepção de bom rock, me apresentaram o experimentalismo e me fizeram conhecer muitos amigos que também curtiam esse som, além de outras bandas - existe banda de indie rock que veio depois e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; foi influenciada por esse disco? Me tornei outro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qyjlthinmnt"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: noise rock / rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6972194140154173737?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6972194140154173737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6972194140154173737' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6972194140154173737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6972194140154173737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/02/sonic-youth-dirty.html' title='SONIC YOUTH, Dirty'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SadHtlHnQcI/AAAAAAAAARg/XGQbbSNy9dg/s72-c/dirty01zt4.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8370166251385832634</id><published>2009-02-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:06:32.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engenheiros do hawaii'/><title type='text'>ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII, A Revolta dos Dândis</title><content type='html'>ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A REVOLTA DOS DÂNDIS&lt;/span&gt; (!987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SZgt9tcMgGI/AAAAAAAAARY/f6cGPHnsz_Y/s1600-h/A_Revolta_dos_D_ndis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SZgt9tcMgGI/AAAAAAAAARY/f6cGPHnsz_Y/s320/A_Revolta_dos_D_ndis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303039099421884514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A juventude é uma banda / numa propaganda de refrigerantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zmjdtwjfwmw"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / pop rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8370166251385832634?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8370166251385832634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8370166251385832634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8370166251385832634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8370166251385832634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/02/engenheiros-do-hawaii-revolta-dos.html' title='ENGENHEIROS DO HAWAII, A Revolta dos Dândis'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SZgt9tcMgGI/AAAAAAAAARY/f6cGPHnsz_Y/s72-c/A_Revolta_dos_D_ndis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4138468345684982314</id><published>2009-02-04T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:51:15.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good morning kiss'/><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING KISS</title><content type='html'>GOOD MORNING KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYoIPJVYhhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wj4PtRyCGTg/s1600-h/175439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYoIPJVYhhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wj4PtRyCGTg/s320/175439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299056967851476498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Good Morning Kiss era uma banda de uns amigos de Porto Alegre. Daí eles têm essas duas faixas que eu acho beeeem boas, "Change The Way" e "Leave Me High". Não sei se elas estão em algum disco ou não, e nem acho que importe. Divirtam-se. ;) (Ah! O crédito da foto é Fabian Gloeden.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wjfmznn22mu"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4138468345684982314?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4138468345684982314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4138468345684982314' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4138468345684982314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4138468345684982314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning-kiss.html' title='GOOD MORNING KISS'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYoIPJVYhhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wj4PtRyCGTg/s72-c/175439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6640142271396172311</id><published>2009-01-31T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:35:24.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated bossa nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom jobim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bossa nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antonio carlos jobim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urubu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><title type='text'>ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM, Urubu</title><content type='html'>ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;URUBU&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYT0WHZuzPI/AAAAAAAAARI/kXeAKm4A7Vg/s1600-h/Urubu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYT0WHZuzPI/AAAAAAAAARI/kXeAKm4A7Vg/s320/Urubu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297627722475818226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado, ao ver o filme &lt;a href="http://www.corpofilme.com.br/"&gt;Corpo&lt;/a&gt;, achei curiosa uma cena em que dois personagens discutem a letra de "Lígia", do Tom Jobim. Na ocasião, não conhecia quase nada do trabalho dele. Baixei, então, esse &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Urubu&lt;/span&gt;. Qual não foi minha surpresa. "Lígia" é a segunda e melhor faixa disco: você consegue visualizar o Rio de Janeiro, e, na letra, o narrador conta que fez um samba a partir da história de amor dele com a Lígia, que deu errado. Sensacional, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu também não sabia é que Tom Jobim é sofisticadíssimo: tem orquestras e um espírito grandioso que foge à (complexa) simplicidade de elementos da bossa nova (voz e violão). Ele mistura easy listening, jazz, música clássica e mpb. Gênio. Artistas díspares que eu gosto muito, como &lt;a href="http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/search/label/Vincent%20Gallo"&gt;Vincent Gallo&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/search/label/Romulo%20Fróes"&gt;Romulo Fróes&lt;/a&gt;, passaram a fazer mais sentido depois de ouvir &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Urubu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este álbum não saiu do repeat na minha última viagem pro Rio. Você se afeiçoa por Copacabana, Ipanema e todos aqueles morros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mzdkammm1ye"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sophisticated bossa nova / jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6640142271396172311?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6640142271396172311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6640142271396172311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6640142271396172311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6640142271396172311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/antonio-carlos-jobim-urubu-1976-ano.html' title='ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM, Urubu'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYT0WHZuzPI/AAAAAAAAARI/kXeAKm4A7Vg/s72-c/Urubu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3517698499194208000</id><published>2009-01-28T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:26:22.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicate rock'/><title type='text'>PJ HARVEY, Uh Huh Her</title><content type='html'>PJ HARVEY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;UH HUH HER&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYEFitPxn1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fjRf0fR6mYM/s1600-h/B000255LAC.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYEFitPxn1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fjRf0fR6mYM/s320/B000255LAC.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296520730583867218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saved your voice from the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I play it back on the message machine&lt;br /&gt;It really sounds like you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out into the midday sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come night, I'm gonna step outside&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk, I'm gonna clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;The radio, still playing our song&lt;br /&gt;You got me jumping like a cat on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?lnmutltmjuy"&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / delicate rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3517698499194208000?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3517698499194208000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3517698499194208000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3517698499194208000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3517698499194208000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/pj-harvey-uh-huh-her.html' title='PJ HARVEY, Uh Huh Her'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SYEFitPxn1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fjRf0fR6mYM/s72-c/B000255LAC.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3181813267624613792</id><published>2009-01-27T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:05:14.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Shields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bloody Valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><title type='text'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Loveless (remastered by Kevin Shields)</title><content type='html'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVELESS&lt;/span&gt;  (2009 - remastered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX8fT5owRmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZrstJFfvwj4/s1600-h/sleeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX8fT5owRmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZrstJFfvwj4/s320/sleeve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295986113560725090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O álbum que dividiu minha vida em antes e depois, e o que mais ouvi, sai em versão remasterizada pelo próprio Kevin Shields. O cd 1 é remasterizado a partir do original, lançado em 1991, e o 2 tem como fonte as tapes analógicas. Ambos têm as mesmas músicas, não há bônus ou lados B. As diferenças pro disco de 91 são sutis, mas marcantes: o som das faixas está mais encorpado e mais nítido. Coloque seu melhor fone de ouvido e sinta-se abraçado por "Sometimes" e "Soon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disco 1 - versão original remasterizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?njn2tgztgzr"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zyngm3oiiyw"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Disco 2 - remasterizado das tapes analógicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nald4jmkyqj"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mzjynyiouhn"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3181813267624613792?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3181813267624613792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3181813267624613792' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3181813267624613792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3181813267624613792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bloody-valentine-loveless.html' title='MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Loveless (remastered by Kevin Shields)'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX8fT5owRmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZrstJFfvwj4/s72-c/sleeve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-216492169948687741</id><published>2009-01-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:46:35.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improv rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitarra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorren connors and jim o&apos;rourke'/><title type='text'>LORREN CONNORS &amp; JIM O'ROURKE, Two Nice Catholic Boys</title><content type='html'>LORREN CONNORS &amp; JIM O'ROURKE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO NICE CATHOLIC BOYS&lt;/span&gt; (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX5fzQspOrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CZzNOCeTnZo/s1600-h/41%2BLGa5uQ5L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX5fzQspOrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CZzNOCeTnZo/s320/41%2BLGa5uQ5L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295775546094467762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos primeiros segundos de audição deste disco já sabia que faria o upload. São três faixas só de improvisação com guitarras, gravadas ao vivo, somando quase uma hora. Então tem momentos sublimes, como os primeiros minutos de "Maybe Paris"; uma faixa  beeeem difícil ("Or Possibly Koln"); e uma na linha feedback/Sonic Youth ("Most Definitely Not Koln"), todas alternando momentos de distorção com dedilhados. Perfeito para ouvir de madrugada. E essa capa de espírito lo-fi/Seattle dá todo um charme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?aomgdza32qw"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gdvjwzgmnnt"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: improv rock / experimental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-216492169948687741?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/216492169948687741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=216492169948687741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/216492169948687741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/216492169948687741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/lorren-connors-jim-orourke-two-nice.html' title='LORREN CONNORS &amp; JIM O&apos;ROURKE, Two Nice Catholic Boys'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SX5fzQspOrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CZzNOCeTnZo/s72-c/41%2BLGa5uQ5L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3867800494606011191</id><published>2009-01-23T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:14:37.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><title type='text'>MOOSE, Sonny and Sam</title><content type='html'>MOOSE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SONNY AND SAM&lt;/span&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXprDzPXvCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QDzz8GoJUSs/s1600-h/moose+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXprDzPXvCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QDzz8GoJUSs/s320/moose+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294662024965897250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoegaze ingênuo, ou shoegaze para quem não gosta de shoegaze: guitarras levemente distorcidas, vocais ao pé do ouvido e um pouco de desolação. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sonny and Sam&lt;/span&gt; reúne os três eps dessa banda menos bem-sucedida comercialmente, mas de não menor qualidade musical da cena que balançou a Inglaterra no início dos anos 90. Bom divertimento. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dyniuwnzmtq"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / dream pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3867800494606011191?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3867800494606011191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3867800494606011191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3867800494606011191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3867800494606011191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/moose-sonny-and-sam.html' title='MOOSE, Sonny and Sam'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXprDzPXvCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QDzz8GoJUSs/s72-c/moose+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4338238086373544712</id><published>2009-01-22T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:25:29.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death from above 1979'/><title type='text'>DFA 1979, You're a Woman, I'm a Machine</title><content type='html'>DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU'RE A WOMAN, I'M A MACHINE&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXiBHCuKbKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSUK4KdrLcM/s1600-h/YouXre_A_WomanX_IXm_A_Machine-Death_From_Above_1979_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXiBHCuKbKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSUK4KdrLcM/s320/YouXre_A_WomanX_IXm_A_Machine-Death_From_Above_1979_480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294123319963577506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressão minha ou esse disco ficou mais no underground do que deveria? Se dependesse de mim, ele teria sido sido copiado à exaustão, vendido nos camelôs da esquina. No meio do caminho entre o mainstream e o cult, a porradaria de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You're a Woman, I'm a Machine&lt;/span&gt; influenciou o Cansei de Ser Sexy ("Let's Make Love and Listen to Death From Above") e o 8-bit do Crystal Castles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, o que temos aqui é um rock rápido, virulento e com clima de pista de dança enfurecida. A gente até tocava "Romantic Rights" em 2005 pra galera dançar, mas ouvindo novamente, hoje, parece tão improvável, justamente porque é cru e agressivo, não tem aquele polimento "chique" que você habitualmente ouve em bandas de rock para pista. Pra completar, a ironia das letras não deixa por menos, a começar pelo nome do disco: Você é uma Mulher, Eu Sou uma Máquina. Sacou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?r0mkonyntww"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / party rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4338238086373544712?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4338238086373544712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4338238086373544712' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4338238086373544712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4338238086373544712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/dfa-1979-youre-woman-im-machine.html' title='DFA 1979, You&apos;re a Woman, I&apos;m a Machine'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXiBHCuKbKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZSUK4KdrLcM/s72-c/YouXre_A_WomanX_IXm_A_Machine-Death_From_Above_1979_480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1413555818737950381</id><published>2009-01-16T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:51:20.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricardo villalobos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal techno'/><title type='text'>RICARDO VILLALOBOS, Alcachofa</title><content type='html'>RICARDO VILLALOBOS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ALCACHOFA&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXDissQej-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iZmf2tEPYY/s1600-h/RicardoVillalobos-Alcachofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXDissQej-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iZmf2tEPYY/s320/RicardoVillalobos-Alcachofa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291978819582726114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior e melhor dj/produtor de techno/minimal. Não faltam superlativos pra falar do chileno Ricardo Villalobos - e quem já teve a oportunidade de ver um dj set dele confirma que, sim, aquelas cinco horas em que ele está nas pick ups são muito, muito superiores a quase tudo que se vê/ouve nos bons clubes de eletrônica. É um som dançante e conceitual, a um só tempo; é divertido e muito, muito sofisticado. Não à toa Villalobos é a cara da música eletrônica da Alemanha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alcachofa&lt;/span&gt; foi meu primeiro contato mais sério com a música dele. Certeza que você já dançou "Easy Lee" por aí; certeza que você vai gostar do vocal meio aborígene de "Bahaha Hahi". Um disco impecável, da primeira à última faixa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nghkunozima"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zwd0wtydzyn"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: microhouse / minimal techno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: se acostumem, porque os álbuns de eletrônica geralmente tem mais de 100mb. Músicas longas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1413555818737950381?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1413555818737950381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1413555818737950381' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1413555818737950381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1413555818737950381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/ricardo-villalobos-alcachofa.html' title='RICARDO VILLALOBOS, Alcachofa'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXDissQej-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1iZmf2tEPYY/s72-c/RicardoVillalobos-Alcachofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1553409338978715312</id><published>2009-01-16T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:18:07.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick drake'/><title type='text'>NICK DRAKE, Pink Moon</title><content type='html'>NICK DRAKE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PINK MOON&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXCKuXabATI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a_pOXfQBS5Y/s1600-h/pink_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXCKuXabATI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a_pOXfQBS5Y/s320/pink_moon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291882091323785522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk para ouvir na cidade grande. Geralmente os discos de voz-e-violão que gosto são justamente porque me remetem a um interior poeirento que aprecio somente à distância. Mas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pink Moon&lt;/span&gt;, o último disco do romântico Nick Drake, que morreu com 26 anos de uma overdose de antidepressivos, por alguma razão me transporta para o fim do dia e o trânsito carregado em uma metrópole, com todas as suas luzes e neons. Folk, pra mim, tem que ser clássico, e esse disco é super cultuado pela simplicidade e pungência. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jgiybmdoimv"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: folk / new romantic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1553409338978715312?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1553409338978715312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1553409338978715312' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1553409338978715312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1553409338978715312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/nick-drake-pink-moon.html' title='NICK DRAKE, Pink Moon'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SXCKuXabATI/AAAAAAAAAP8/a_pOXfQBS5Y/s72-c/pink_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1094018587780575284</id><published>2009-01-14T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:21:58.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusement parks on fire'/><title type='text'>AMUSEMENT PARKS ON FIRE, APoF</title><content type='html'>AMUSEMENT PARKS ON FIRE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;APoF&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SW6PKWHLU-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/raneX_jnJPA/s1600-h/B0002HSDK0.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SW6PKWHLU-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/raneX_jnJPA/s320/B0002HSDK0.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291324020104057826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é meu disco de shoegaze preferido dos anos 00. Alto, barulhento, entupido de distorções de guitarra - e com violinos em algumas faixas. Tem como ser melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gtnmhe0twmg"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1094018587780575284?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1094018587780575284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1094018587780575284' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1094018587780575284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1094018587780575284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2009/01/amusement-parks-on-fire-amusement-parks.html' title='AMUSEMENT PARKS ON FIRE, APoF'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SW6PKWHLU-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/raneX_jnJPA/s72-c/B0002HSDK0.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-9046548769629769657</id><published>2008-12-26T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:46:13.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a questão humana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syd matters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la question humaine'/><title type='text'>SYD MATTERS, La Question Humaine</title><content type='html'>SYD MATTERS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LA QUESTION HUMAINE&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SVVH3GGIVmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4jH2LQAOYc/s1600-h/la+question+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SVVH3GGIVmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4jH2LQAOYc/s320/la+question+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284208749643847266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/zanin/?p=15932&amp;more=1&amp;c=1&amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor filme que esteve em cartaz em 2008&lt;/a&gt; não poderia ter uma trilha menos do que espetacular, composta  pelo músico francês Syd Matters. São 12 faixas introspectivas, intercaladas por diálogos do filme. Se vocês viram, sabem que a melodia e o canto são os elementos humanos no meio dos tons frios de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Questão Humana&lt;/span&gt;. É o que tira o personagem principal, um psicólogo contratado para extrair a máxima produtividade de empregados de grandes empresas, do seu estado de torpor - tanto que o título inglês da película é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heartbeat Detector&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os violões de "Like Horses" já abrem o disco arrepiando, impossível não se apaixonar. Em seguida vêm  flautas e um experimentalismo bem de leve, às vezes dissonante, esperançoso em algumas faixas, melancólico em outras. Talvez a trilha não seja tudo isso, mas eu gostei tanto do filme (e também tive a oportuindade de entrevistar o diretor e a roteirista) que ouvi-la me deixa bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?njomk2zgmmx"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental folk / songwriter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-9046548769629769657?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/9046548769629769657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=9046548769629769657' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/9046548769629769657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/9046548769629769657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/12/syd-matters-la-question-humaine.html' title='SYD MATTERS, La Question Humaine'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SVVH3GGIVmI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4jH2LQAOYc/s72-c/la+question+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5076276002422057146</id><published>2008-12-12T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:36:47.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grouper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark ambient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drone'/><title type='text'>GROUPER, Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill</title><content type='html'>GROUPER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DRAGGING A DEAD DEER UP A HILL &lt;/span&gt;(2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUJrm1nvbJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d7eWRxK0Z6o/s1600-h/333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUJrm1nvbJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d7eWRxK0Z6o/s320/333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278900028204608658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dark ambient” foi o melhor rótulo que li nas descrições por aí do Grouper, projeto de uma mulher só, Elizabeth Harris. Imagine um som escuro, sombrio, com dedilhados de violão abafando o vocal redentor da moça . Parece que o disco foi gravado dentro de um poço de água fundo, muito fundo: aumente bem o volume dos fones, caso contrário você não vai conseguir distinguir os intrumentos. Eu adoro sons abafados porque eles são misteriosos, desafiam o ouvinte a encontrar mais e mais elementos, nunca se entregam. Sem querer forçar a barra, porque o disco não é exatamente shoegaze, mas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hil &lt;/span&gt;é, sim, o melhor disco de espírito shoegaze do ano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tczmmyn3yzk"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: dark ambient / drone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5076276002422057146?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5076276002422057146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5076276002422057146' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5076276002422057146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5076276002422057146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/12/grouper-dragging-dead-deer-up-hill.html' title='GROUPER, Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUJrm1nvbJI/AAAAAAAAAPU/d7eWRxK0Z6o/s72-c/333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6117005159544114666</id><published>2008-12-10T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:12:36.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ellen allien'/><title type='text'>ELLEN ALLIEN, Thrills</title><content type='html'>ELLEN ALLIEN, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THRILLS&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUBfmshXhpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Li27MGFLD2E/s1600-h/IMG000001774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUBfmshXhpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Li27MGFLD2E/s320/IMG000001774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278323881669002898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi o disco que me fez prestar mais atenção em música eletrônica pura, sem misturas. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thrills&lt;/span&gt; não é um ótimo álbum, mas é um bom disco de techno, que carrega pra mim o valor de aula de iniciação: são dez faixas conceituais, para o cérebro mais do que para os quadris, que dialogam com a escola alemã de techno, o minimal, ou minimal techno (os famosos barulhinhos repetitivos). Ao mesmo tempo, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thrills&lt;/span&gt; tem vocais e alguma melodia, elementos que, à época, eram muito atrativos para meu começo na música sintética. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vim a descobrir que a dona selo BPitch Control, Ellen Allien tem um álbum beeeeem mais assimilável, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orchestra of Bubbles&lt;/span&gt; (2006), que ela fez com o Apparat. Só que daí não tem graça, né? O legal da escola alemã de eletrônica é que eles fazem música repetitiva, austera e sofisticadíssima, ao mesmo tempo. Vamos começar por esse disco. Se você não gostar, pare por aqui. Se gostar, já, já posto mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ydtjwmunam1"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: techno / IDM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6117005159544114666?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6117005159544114666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6117005159544114666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6117005159544114666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6117005159544114666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/12/ellen-allien-thrills.html' title='ELLEN ALLIEN, Thrills'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SUBfmshXhpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Li27MGFLD2E/s72-c/IMG000001774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6533833600004184874</id><published>2008-11-05T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:43:31.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band of horses'/><title type='text'>BAND OF HORSES, Everything All The Time</title><content type='html'>BAND OF HORSES, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SRHovTTV6NI/AAAAAAAAALg/4S1CVNwzi40/s1600-h/band-of-horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SRHovTTV6NI/AAAAAAAAALg/4S1CVNwzi40/s320/band-of-horses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265245338705717458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Band of Horses é um grupo indie de Seattle. Só isso já seria informação suficiente para credenciá-los. Ou, se você preferir, o Band of Horses é uma banda de folk para quem não gosta de folk. Este 'bando de cavalos' faz parte da categorias de grupos folk que não ficam reclamando da vida. Em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everything All The Time&lt;/span&gt;, a melodia está no pop de rádio, mas a cabeça está em alguma fazenda do interior dos Estados Unidos, com aquele gosto de capim que tanto amamos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mtjitntddjk"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esilo: folk pop / indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6533833600004184874?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6533833600004184874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6533833600004184874' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6533833600004184874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6533833600004184874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/11/band-of-horses-everything-all-time.html' title='BAND OF HORSES, Everything All The Time'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SRHovTTV6NI/AAAAAAAAALg/4S1CVNwzi40/s72-c/band-of-horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5834698589833144645</id><published>2008-11-03T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:45:41.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lali puna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indietronica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip pop'/><title type='text'>LALI PUNA, Tridecoder</title><content type='html'>LALI PUNA, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TRIDECODER&lt;/span&gt; (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQ-ZgFAZswI/AAAAAAAAALY/iP5HjoDSk6g/s1600-h/MORR002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQ-ZgFAZswI/AAAAAAAAALY/iP5HjoDSk6g/s320/MORR002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595265798124290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri esse disco completamente ao acaso, sábado agora. O tatuador colocou pra tocar enquanto fazia minha tatuagem. É uma mistura de ambient com trip hop e um dedinho de indietronica, com boa parte das letras cantadas em português de Portugal. É tipo tudo o que o Postal Service seria, se fosse adulto e tivesse uma vocalista. Recomendadíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?4lewzymqma3"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: trip pop / indietronica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5834698589833144645?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5834698589833144645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5834698589833144645' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5834698589833144645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5834698589833144645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/11/lali-puna-tridecoder.html' title='LALI PUNA, Tridecoder'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQ-ZgFAZswI/AAAAAAAAALY/iP5HjoDSk6g/s72-c/MORR002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6784743816553258689</id><published>2008-10-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:52:08.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bloody Valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><title type='text'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Isn't Anything</title><content type='html'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ISN'T ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; [1988 / 2008 - remaster]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQe_lAtBhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YYuUcFEgpNI/s1600-h/My-Bloody-Valentine-Isnt-Anything---E-299224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQe_lAtBhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YYuUcFEgpNI/s320/My-Bloody-Valentine-Isnt-Anything---E-299224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262385332170622050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era melhor agora virou um orgasmo. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isn't Anything&lt;/span&gt; remasterizado. Se você tem o original, vai notar as diferenças - sutis, mas significativas. Se não, se joga direto nessa versão. Minhas faixas favoritas são a "Feed Me With Your Kiss", com toda a distorção pós-adolescente, e a "Sueisfine", que você entende como... bem, ouve e me diz, que eles não cantam "Sue is fine", não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qhmjqjmn2ww"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6784743816553258689?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6784743816553258689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6784743816553258689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6784743816553258689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6784743816553258689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bloody-valentine-isnt-anything.html' title='MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Isn&apos;t Anything'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQe_lAtBhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YYuUcFEgpNI/s72-c/My-Bloody-Valentine-Isnt-Anything---E-299224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4598567636076318998</id><published>2008-10-24T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:11:35.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anos 90'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='código binário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tecnologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocktronica'/><title type='text'>JESUS JONES, Perverse</title><content type='html'>JESUS JONES, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PERVERSE&lt;/span&gt; (1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQJg6TBi5qI/AAAAAAAAALI/prFA0sRWTQo/s1600-h/0000013857_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQJg6TBi5qI/AAAAAAAAALI/prFA0sRWTQo/s320/0000013857_350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260873869377595042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia esse disco na mesma época do do post abaixo. Lembro de como fiquei impressionado a primeira vez que vi o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wewIoLusKP8"&gt;clipe de  "The Devil You Know"&lt;/a&gt;. Na hora não entendi nada, e quando vi o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQh4s0k7Uqg&amp;feature=related"&gt;vídeo de "The Right Decision&lt;/a&gt;", entendi menos ainda. Nos meus 10 anos, o Jesus Jones era um estranho no ninho se comparado às outras bandas que ouvia. Confesso que só comprei o disco uns 10 anos mais tarde, e só então a pegada madchester futurista de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perverse&lt;/span&gt; fez sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos no início dos anos 90 e as promessas tecnológicas de músicas feitas em computadores dominavam boa parte do pop (vide a turnê Zoo TV, do U2, e seu disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/span&gt;, de 91). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Perverse&lt;/span&gt; foi todo feito sem instrumentos orgânicos, e é um dos primeiros casamentos bem-sucedidos comercialmente de rock com eletrônica - alguém aí falou em Prodigy? Se liga no visual dos caras que você vai ver nos clipes e me diz se não foi o que o filme &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hackers&lt;/span&gt; (1995) exibiu. Acho que torno as coisas mais claras se disser que a faixa que abre o disco tem por título o código binário usados pelos computadores: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zeroes And Ones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?0j52m1uhmwr"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rocktronica / turbo madchester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4598567636076318998?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4598567636076318998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4598567636076318998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4598567636076318998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4598567636076318998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/10/jesus-jones-perverse.html' title='JESUS JONES, Perverse'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SQJg6TBi5qI/AAAAAAAAALI/prFA0sRWTQo/s72-c/0000013857_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6188791048341810961</id><published>2008-10-12T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:48:01.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemonheads'/><title type='text'>LEMONHEADS, It's a Shame About Ray</title><content type='html'>LEMONHEADS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IT'S A SHAME ABOUT RAY&lt;/span&gt; (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SPJogfOV9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OzTAo5Vtbs/s1600-h/the-lemonheads-its-a-shame-about-ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SPJogfOV9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OzTAo5Vtbs/s320/the-lemonheads-its-a-shame-about-ray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256378622441551058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha 9 anos a primeira vez que ouvi Lemonheads. Era um clipe na MTV de "Mrs. Robinson", a faixa do Simon and Garfunkel tema de um dos filmes mais bacanas ever, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Primeira Noite de Um Homem&lt;/span&gt; (1967), que a banda do Evan Dando transformou num rock de pista muito divertido. Vocês conhecem essa faixa e, com alguma sorte, também ouviram "Confetti" em alguma rádio circa 92, 93. Fato é que a despretensão pop desse disco fez com que eu me mantivesse cativo por todos esses anos, volta e meia tirando-o da prateleira para ouvir. Numa época em que todas as bandas rasgavam guitarras e vestiam roupas de flanela, os Lemonheads queriam apenas diversão - e aqui tem de sobra. Lemonheads é o Teenage Fanclub sem ranço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?oqhttoztwq0"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6188791048341810961?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6188791048341810961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6188791048341810961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6188791048341810961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6188791048341810961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/10/lemonheads-its-shame-about-ray.html' title='LEMONHEADS, It&apos;s a Shame About Ray'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SPJogfOV9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/_OzTAo5Vtbs/s72-c/the-lemonheads-its-a-shame-about-ray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8445308104567475593</id><published>2008-10-02T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:56:37.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur jr.'/><title type='text'>DINOSAUR JR., Without a Sound</title><content type='html'>DINOSAUR JR., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WITHOUT A SOUND&lt;/span&gt; (1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOuiT3qC-II/AAAAAAAAAKw/80-YjFwRQ9g/s1600-h/dinojr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOuiT3qC-II/AAAAAAAAAKw/80-YjFwRQ9g/s320/dinojr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254471852499335298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse dono de uma loja de musga, não saberia em qual seção colocar este disco do Dinosaur Jr.: shoegaze, indie ou lo-fi? O álbum, que abre com um barulho de tampa de garrafa estourando é, na verdade, uma confusão bem-vinda desses três estilos, com pencas de distorção de guitarra sob a voz de quem acabou de acordar do J. Mascis (um dos caras que mais influenciou na minha formação musical, certamente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Without a Sound&lt;/span&gt; é o passo seguinte da banda depois do estouro pop da faixa "Start Choppin", do disco &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where You Been&lt;/span&gt; (1993), que colocou os caras na MTV e nas camisetas dos adolês. Então, se você é daqueles xiitas chatos que só gostava da banda nos álbuns mais tosqueiras, como &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bug&lt;/span&gt; (1988) e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Green Mind&lt;/span&gt; (1991), desencana desse post. Se, por outro lado, você quiser sair pela rua fazendo um air guitar divertidíssimo, esqueça a arte horrenda dessa capa e baixe já!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wyyoiwngomn"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: lo-fi / indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8445308104567475593?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8445308104567475593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8445308104567475593' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8445308104567475593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8445308104567475593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinosaur-jr-without-sound.html' title='DINOSAUR JR., Without a Sound'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOuiT3qC-II/AAAAAAAAAKw/80-YjFwRQ9g/s72-c/dinojr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7348266028044654474</id><published>2008-09-29T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:47:46.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip-hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneaker pimps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark trip-hop'/><title type='text'>SNEAKER PIMPS, Splinter</title><content type='html'>SNEAKER PIMPS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SPLINTER&lt;/span&gt; (1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOFv7RDkdHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EhmmLiZoJd0/s1600-h/166687_1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOFv7RDkdHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EhmmLiZoJd0/s320/166687_1_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251601704472048754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueçam o Sneaker Pimps que vocês conhecem do hit "Spin Spin Sugar". &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Splinter&lt;/span&gt;, o segundo disco do conjunto que tanto amávamos no trip hop, tem outro vocalista e completamente outro clima nas faixas. Não há o que dançar, aqui. Há, sim, momentos de viagem escura ("Half Life") e completamente introspectiva ("Low Five"); dissonância ("Destroying Angel") e música oblíqua ("Empathy"). O mais perto de uma pista de dança é "Superbug", que tem mais a ver com uma reunião entre amigos para cheirarem do que com uma boate de loucos de bala. E a faixa-título? Boa pra ouvir enquanto você se joga de uma ponte. Disco de clima pesado, denso, bad vibe total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?no0wvfyotdg"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: dark trip-hop / chillout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7348266028044654474?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7348266028044654474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7348266028044654474' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7348266028044654474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7348266028044654474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/09/sneaker-pimps-splinter.html' title='SNEAKER PIMPS, Splinter'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOFv7RDkdHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EhmmLiZoJd0/s72-c/166687_1_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6806132343853132408</id><published>2008-09-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:52:06.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicate pop'/><title type='text'>HEARTS BY DARTS, Hearts by Darts</title><content type='html'>HEARTS BY DARTS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HEARTS BY DARTS&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOEzu17p1bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7kJ_x9em5-8/s1600-h/hearts_by_darts_296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOEzu17p1bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7kJ_x9em5-8/s320/hearts_by_darts_296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251535520334992818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi a descoberta do ano, aquela banda que você ouve meio do nada, e então ouve de novo e de novo e plim! Só o vocal feminino e o cover da "Candy Says", do Velvet Underground, já valeriam o download. Mas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hearts by Darts&lt;/span&gt; é um belo disco de rock. Não, de pop. Não, de pop rock, com aquele espírito artesanal de compor as faixas, sabe? É lo-fi de cantinho, não tipo o Pavement e sua escola de barulho. É como se o Nouvelle Vague resolvesse fazer boa música e saísse da bossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?pmuuvphtmhg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sophisticated pop, delicate pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6806132343853132408?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6806132343853132408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6806132343853132408' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6806132343853132408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6806132343853132408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/09/hearts-by-darts-hearts-by-darts.html' title='HEARTS BY DARTS, Hearts by Darts'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOEzu17p1bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7kJ_x9em5-8/s72-c/hearts_by_darts_296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-147073209145974948</id><published>2008-09-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:33:51.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avant-garde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benoît pioulard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>BENOÎT PIOULARD, Temper</title><content type='html'>BENOÎT PIOULARD, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TEMPER&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOwcALJAltI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qgu6EOYfDSE/s1600-h/41JGL29qZLL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOwcALJAltI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qgu6EOYfDSE/s320/41JGL29qZLL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254605654550681298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo disco cheio do &lt;a href="http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/benot-pioulard.html"&gt;Benoît Pioulard&lt;/a&gt;, com aquele gostinho de areia molhada depois da chuva que tanto amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?koyyun0t5mz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: avant-garde / experimental pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-147073209145974948?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/147073209145974948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=147073209145974948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/147073209145974948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/147073209145974948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/09/benot-pioulard-temper.html' title='BENOÎT PIOULARD, Temper'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SOwcALJAltI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qgu6EOYfDSE/s72-c/41JGL29qZLL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1759619437963942852</id><published>2008-08-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:30:40.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Vek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indietronica'/><title type='text'>TOM VEK, We Have Sound</title><content type='html'>TOM VEK, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WE HAVE SOUND&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKnWFjzzYPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af0nn8KSSRQ/s1600-h/tom+vek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKnWFjzzYPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af0nn8KSSRQ/s320/tom+vek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235951432795119858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era alguém na noite, a galere sempre tocava a "I Ain't Saying My Goodbyes", e as pistas vinham abaixo com o rock jovem e pegajoso do Tom Vek. Esta faixa foi tão importante para as noites indie de 2005 quanto a "Such Great Heights", do Postal Service, em 2003, e a "Rapture Rapes The Muses", do Of Montreal, em 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente fui atrás do álbum completo e saquei que este moleque de Londres não era apenas um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one hit wonder&lt;/span&gt;. Ele fez o disco sozinho, misturando eletrônica com rock e punk com dance. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Have Sound&lt;/span&gt; tem sutileza e teclados, em faixas muito melhores do que a alegria exacerbada do Rapture ou o electrorock forçado do Does It Offend You, Yeah?. Sacou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Vek faz igual, mas faz diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?u5zjxtagne1"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: indietronica / dance punk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1759619437963942852?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1759619437963942852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1759619437963942852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1759619437963942852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1759619437963942852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/08/tom-vek-we-have-sound.html' title='TOM VEK, We Have Sound'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKnWFjzzYPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af0nn8KSSRQ/s72-c/tom+vek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5567541330659585929</id><published>2008-08-16T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:42:02.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beth orton'/><title type='text'>BETH ORTON, Daybreaker</title><content type='html'>BETH ORTON, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DAYBREAKER&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKcB5bHz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-aRs6tgCr0Y/s1600-h/159855_1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKcB5bHz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-aRs6tgCr0Y/s320/159855_1_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155177886178402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce, esperançoso e de bem com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?rvhnroiqllf"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sophisticated pop / delicate pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5567541330659585929?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5567541330659585929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5567541330659585929' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5567541330659585929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5567541330659585929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/08/beth-orton-daybreaker.html' title='BETH ORTON, Daybreaker'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SKcB5bHz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-aRs6tgCr0Y/s72-c/159855_1_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3884007531899347960</id><published>2008-08-10T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:04:46.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adult rock'/><title type='text'>PEARL JAM, No Code</title><content type='html'>PEARL JAM, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NO CODE&lt;/span&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ-crYZ06dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p2nbgxcfXq8/s1600-h/0795b5e119df32939c69296b4941d7e7_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ-crYZ06dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p2nbgxcfXq8/s320/0795b5e119df32939c69296b4941d7e7_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233073561126889938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pearl Jam é o U2 do rock alternativo. E isso é um puta elogio, não só porque os vocalistas de ambas as bandas são lindos, defendem causas políticas e cantam bem, mas porque a carreira de uma é tão íntegra quanto a da outra. O Pearl Jam foi minha banda favorita por 10 anos, até perder o posto para o My Bloody Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trupe do Eddie Vedder fez pelo menos dois discos magistrais [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ten&lt;/span&gt; (1991) e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vs.&lt;/span&gt; (1993)], alguns dispensáveis [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Live on Two Legs&lt;/span&gt; (1998) e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Riot Act&lt;/span&gt; (2002)] e... alguns álbuns de cabeceira que passaram quase ocultos para aqueles que não acompanham de perto a carreira do grupo, como o disco deste post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Code&lt;/span&gt; é um PUTA DISCO DE ROCK COM BALADAS. Uma loucura com noção de si. Ouve a "Hail, Hail" e diz se, só essa faixa, não é mais consistente do que a carreira de muitas bandinhas hypes de hoje; ou então a "Lukin", punk rock de gente grande; isso que nem falei da letra da "Present Tense":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You can spend your time alone&lt;br /&gt;Redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;br /&gt;Or you can come to terms and realize&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who can't forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;Makes much more sense&lt;br /&gt;To live, in the present tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você ainda não se convenceu, vou colar um trecho da letra da "I'm Open":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;So is he?&lt;br /&gt;When he was six he believed that the moon over head followed him&lt;br /&gt;By nine he had deciphered the allusion, trading magic for fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?vwhzbyndeyz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / adult rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3884007531899347960?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3884007531899347960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3884007531899347960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3884007531899347960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3884007531899347960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/08/pearl-jam-no-code.html' title='PEARL JAM, No Code'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ-crYZ06dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/p2nbgxcfXq8/s72-c/0795b5e119df32939c69296b4941d7e7_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6613793772294052168</id><published>2008-08-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:34:25.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><title type='text'>WRY, Whales And Sharks</title><content type='html'>WRY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHALES AND SHARKS&lt;/span&gt; (2007, EP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ9Um9XbAGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xqNIgzjLzwI/s1600-h/3291943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ9Um9XbAGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xqNIgzjLzwI/s320/3291943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232994320312369250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último EP do Wry, maduro e consistente. Shoegaze com pop, elegante e viciante; já passa das 50 audições no meu iTunes. Até o Kevin Shields gostou, pra vocês terem uma idéia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?e14ysa4wh1q"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6613793772294052168?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6613793772294052168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6613793772294052168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6613793772294052168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6613793772294052168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/08/wry-whales-and-sharks.html' title='WRY, Whales And Sharks'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJ9Um9XbAGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xqNIgzjLzwI/s72-c/3291943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7540370765306382319</id><published>2008-08-03T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:26:48.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air formation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newgaze'/><title type='text'>AIR FORMATION, 57 Octaves Below</title><content type='html'>AIR FORMATION, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;57 OCTAVES BELOW&lt;/span&gt; (2005, EP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJZqdOQZxfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jt1IWFlPIjc/s1600-h/C430572DDF_AC302035_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJZqdOQZxfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jt1IWFlPIjc/s320/C430572DDF_AC302035_1400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230485067513054706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um dos discos de shoegaze mais tocados na minha vida - e quem me conhece sabe que ouço muito, muito shoegaze e ser um dos mais ouvidos não é coisa pouca.  O Air Formation é inglês e faz parte da nova leva de bandas que atualiza o gênero das paredes de guitarras, feedbacks e vocais etéreos. Você tem que ouvir bem alto e se imaginar no meio de uma pista enfumaçada onde só a estrobo está ligada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São apenas quatro faixas. Quatro flechas no coração. Quatro porradas na cara. Quatro porres de whisky. Quatro vezes em que você sentou no meio da rua pra chorar. Quatro vezes em que você acreditou profundamente na vida. Quatro cigarros em manhãs cinzas de dias frios. Quatro gatos deitados sobre seu cobertor. Quatro banhos de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?shrobtrsxwe"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / new gaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7540370765306382319?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7540370765306382319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7540370765306382319' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7540370765306382319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7540370765306382319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/08/air-formation-57-octaves-below.html' title='AIR FORMATION, 57 Octaves Below'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SJZqdOQZxfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jt1IWFlPIjc/s72-c/C430572DDF_AC302035_1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1276763610498733164</id><published>2008-07-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:19:31.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck music'/><title type='text'>THE KILLS, Keep On Your Mean Side</title><content type='html'>THE KILLS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KEEP ON YOUR MEAN SIDE&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI_dShuwPRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbNUpo29Dho/s1600-h/the+kills+-+keep+on+your+mean+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI_dShuwPRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbNUpo29Dho/s320/the+kills+-+keep+on+your+mean+side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228641002762288402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela trepada em forma de rock. Cru e direto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gênero: fuck music / rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?fogmzysc2ts"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1276763610498733164?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1276763610498733164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1276763610498733164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1276763610498733164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1276763610498733164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/07/kills-keep-on-your-mean-side.html' title='THE KILLS, Keep On Your Mean Side'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI_dShuwPRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wbNUpo29Dho/s72-c/the+kills+-+keep+on+your+mean+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-311499829182246977</id><published>2008-07-28T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:14:00.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom'/><title type='text'>JESU, Jesu</title><content type='html'>JESU, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JESU&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI5yuNINI0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/B2K5P6e_JLA/s1600-h/B00076NYPK.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI5yuNINI0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/B2K5P6e_JLA/s320/B00076NYPK.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228242355547349826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A galere costuma dizer que os eps do Jesu são melhores que os discos cheios. Mas sou suspeito pra falar, gosto de tudo deles, uma das bandas mais ouvidas do meu &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/JoaoPerassolo"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesu&lt;/span&gt; é a estréia em long-play desse projeto do Justin Broadrick, que antes tinha o Godflesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesu foi o grupo que me fez gostar mesmo de metal: músicas longas e lentas, com guitarras arrastadas e letras curtas que se repetem. As três faixas iniciais ("Your Path To Divinity", "Friends Are Evil", "Tired Of Me") formam uma das sequências de abertura de disco mais incríveis que já ouvi. Se liguem nesses versos: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And all the stones I've thrown / they come back twice as strong / And all the stones i've thrown, tell me that nothing lasts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São duas partes pra baixar: é para usuários avançados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tn1y4cmyre1"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4tmxw2i2npt"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: doom / metal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-311499829182246977?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/311499829182246977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=311499829182246977' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/311499829182246977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/311499829182246977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesu-jesu.html' title='JESU, Jesu'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SI5yuNINI0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/B2K5P6e_JLA/s72-c/B00076NYPK.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5105977851999527941</id><published>2008-07-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:47:28.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moscow olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><title type='text'>MOSCOW OLYMPICS, Cut The World</title><content type='html'>MOSCOW OLYMPICS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CUT THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SInhwr1vOrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/viDldgZQDsw/s1600-h/moscow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SInhwr1vOrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/viDldgZQDsw/s320/moscow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226957069058259634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine uma mistura de vocais e linhas melódicas anos 80 tipo New Order com um verniz shoegaze por cima. Parece difícil, mas esse é o som delicioso do Moscow Olympics, que vem das Filipinas (!!!) e estréia em cd com &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cut The World&lt;/span&gt;. São músicas bonitas, que inspiram confiança: "quiet hearts for a quiet start", está no Myspace deles. Certamente, nos meus top 5 discos de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jyno6god4od"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: newgaze / sophisticated pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5105977851999527941?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5105977851999527941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5105977851999527941' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5105977851999527941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5105977851999527941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/07/moscow-olympics-cut-world.html' title='MOSCOW OLYMPICS, Cut The World'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SInhwr1vOrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/viDldgZQDsw/s72-c/moscow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7336302162623697238</id><published>2008-07-21T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:26:44.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camille'/><title type='text'>CAMILLE, Le Fil</title><content type='html'>CAMILLE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LE FIL&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SITheloXZeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F5VQuf8zRD4/s1600-h/camille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SITheloXZeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F5VQuf8zRD4/s320/camille.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549383270360546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Camille é a Bjork da França. Esse é o bordão repetido à morte pra descrever a talentosíssima cantora francesa. Mentira. Camille é muito mais talentosa e menos auto-referente que Bjork. Ouvir &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le Fil&lt;/span&gt; é um prazer, não uma experiência maçante e sem ritmo como qualquer disco da chata da Islândia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O disco chama &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le Fil&lt;/span&gt; ("o fio") porque uma nota musical é repetida continuamente em todas as canções, interligando-as. Você ouve, o tempo todo, a música da nota, ao fundo, em canções de pop sofisticadíssimo cantadas em inglês e francês com voz de mulher forte. Sabe pretensão que funciona? C'est branché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?hnp1naljx22"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: french pop / sophisticated pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7336302162623697238?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7336302162623697238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7336302162623697238' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7336302162623697238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7336302162623697238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/07/camille-le-fil.html' title='CAMILLE, Le Fil'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SITheloXZeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F5VQuf8zRD4/s72-c/camille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-600294438080742800</id><published>2008-07-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:53:42.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophisticated pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cure'/><title type='text'>THE CURE, The Cure</title><content type='html'>THE CURE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE CURE&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SHaEUIrYCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/as3YX7cqTiM/s1600-h/cure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SHaEUIrYCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/as3YX7cqTiM/s320/cure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221506299444332578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui um grande apreciador do The Cure, mas esse trabalho de 2004 é total de cabeceira. Tem as letras simples e sofridas do Robert Smith com a vantagem de o som estar livre dos clichês anos 80 do grupo. Bom pop contemporâneo, muitas vezes ingênuo - e isso é um elogio. O encarte é uma obra à parte, cheio de desenhos de criança em caderno escolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sophisticated pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?hgmvm9xs4nx"&gt;Download &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-600294438080742800?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/600294438080742800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=600294438080742800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/600294438080742800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/600294438080742800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/07/cure-cure.html' title='THE CURE, The Cure'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SHaEUIrYCCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/as3YX7cqTiM/s72-c/cure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8484801472383547905</id><published>2008-06-24T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:42:20.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morrissey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>MORRISSEY, Southpaw Grammar</title><content type='html'>MORRISSEY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SOUTHPAW GRAMMAR&lt;/span&gt; (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SGEVjrD9rkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XPObd3c-D4w/s1600-h/southpaw_grammar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SGEVjrD9rkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XPObd3c-D4w/s320/southpaw_grammar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215473546070699586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o Morrissey tem vontade de viver e deixa o muro de lamentações, ele faz um disco vigoroso como este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?d9xymz1vzmw"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8484801472383547905?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8484801472383547905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8484801472383547905' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8484801472383547905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8484801472383547905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/morrissey-southpaw-grammar.html' title='MORRISSEY, Southpaw Grammar'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SGEVjrD9rkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XPObd3c-D4w/s72-c/southpaw_grammar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1969928412672891745</id><published>2008-06-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:24:03.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vitriol'/><title type='text'>MY VITRIOL, Finelines</title><content type='html'>MY VITRIOL, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FINELINES&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF6VtMuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0520VNrsl84/s1600-h/B000066HQF.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF6VtMuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0520VNrsl84/s320/B000066HQF.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214770022282862226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando o todo é maior que a soma das partes? É o caso, aqui. O My Vitriol é uma banda ok, e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finelines&lt;/span&gt; é um disco ok, que mistura rock alternativo com algum shoegaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?fsdty13tavv"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: alternative rock / shoegaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1969928412672891745?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1969928412672891745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1969928412672891745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1969928412672891745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1969928412672891745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-vitriol-finelines.html' title='MY VITRIOL, Finelines'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF6VtMuGnpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0520VNrsl84/s72-c/B000066HQF.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5652680554328541360</id><published>2008-06-22T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:39:22.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thee more shallows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-fi chic'/><title type='text'>THEE MORE SHALLOWS, Book of Bad Breaks</title><content type='html'>THEE MORE SHALLOWS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BOOK OF BAD BREAKS&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF5-9ilJYJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7ZApjdPfeac/s1600-h/Thee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF5-9ilJYJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7ZApjdPfeac/s320/Thee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214745014261342354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco de cabeceira à primeira audição. Imagina o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sophtware Slump&lt;/span&gt; (2000), do Grandaddy, em uma versão turbinada. Ou talvez um Sparklehorse com vontade de viver. Thee More Shallows vai na linha instrumental guitarras + computadores que quebraram, sabe? Uma delícia. Ouçam "Proud Turkey" e saiam pogando na sala. Não sei se é post-rock, se é indie, se é low-fi com produção ou o quê. Não importa, é apenas viciante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tsnojjjexnp"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: low-fi chic / experimental rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5652680554328541360?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5652680554328541360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5652680554328541360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5652680554328541360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5652680554328541360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/thee-more-shallows-book-of-bad-breaks.html' title='THEE MORE SHALLOWS, Book of Bad Breaks'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SF5-9ilJYJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7ZApjdPfeac/s72-c/Thee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7918879871066157763</id><published>2008-06-10T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:23:00.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satanique samba trio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental jazz'/><title type='text'>SATANIQUE SAMBA TRIO, Misantropicalia</title><content type='html'>SATANIQUE SAMBA TRIO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MISANTROPICALIA&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SE8To_ikidI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LVoGxajlvlI/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SE8To_ikidI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LVoGxajlvlI/s320/front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210404888863082962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse grupo é de Brasília e, antes, eles se chamavam Lusbell is a Jazz Project. Só pelo nome já valeria conferir. Quando descobri o tipo de som da banda, foi amor à primeira audição. Jazz + rock + samba + death metal (sim, isso mesmo). Sente o drama nos nomes das faixas: "Deus odeia samba rock", "Canção para atrair má sorte", "Seis temas tropicais para mestre Lúcifer" e por aí vai. Boa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2mbd2kz3y3o"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental jazz / death-samba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7918879871066157763?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7918879871066157763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7918879871066157763' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7918879871066157763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7918879871066157763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/satanique-samba-trio-misantropicalia.html' title='SATANIQUE SAMBA TRIO, Misantropicalia'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SE8To_ikidI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LVoGxajlvlI/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-2306011238461219038</id><published>2008-06-08T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:32:43.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>FOO FIGHTERS, Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>FOO FIGHTERS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FOO FIGHTERS&lt;/span&gt; (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SExNfPN5D_I/AAAAAAAAAII/aIBWoZGbF0g/s1600-h/FooFighters-FooFighters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SExNfPN5D_I/AAAAAAAAAII/aIBWoZGbF0g/s320/FooFighters-FooFighters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209624068016902130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o primeiro disco dos Foo Fighters, e deveria ter sido o único. É rock feito com tanta emoção, com tanta vontade, que agrada tanto o carinha que só quer pular quanto o nerdzinho que quer exibir os conhecimentos musicais pra galere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fx5lzju3zxj"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-2306011238461219038?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/2306011238461219038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=2306011238461219038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2306011238461219038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2306011238461219038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/foo-fighters-foo-fighters.html' title='FOO FIGHTERS, Foo Fighters'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SExNfPN5D_I/AAAAAAAAAII/aIBWoZGbF0g/s72-c/FooFighters-FooFighters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5257506602678164598</id><published>2008-06-04T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:42:23.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus and mary chain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychocandy'/><title type='text'>JESUS AND MARY CHAIN, Psychocandy</title><content type='html'>JESUS AND MARY CHAIN, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PSYCHOCANDY&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEcL5csnMCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/baLPpy2E1fc/s1600-h/psychocandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEcL5csnMCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/baLPpy2E1fc/s320/psychocandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208144575661027362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase choro toda vez que ouço esse disco. Ele tem tantas guitarras, tão distorcidas e tão altas que dá vontade de levá-lo pro caixão. Reza a lenda que o Jesus and Mary Chain usou pedais de efeito estragados na gravação, e que, à época, eles faziam shows de vinte minutos, meia hora, pra causar impacto e, claro, porque ninguém suportava tanto barulho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tacada de mestre é o fundo melódico que tem nas faixas. Não, eles não ficam só apertando pedais; os irmãos Reid tem um tom melancólico que só as bandas escocesas (viu só?, os escoceses são bons demais) têm. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psychocandy&lt;/span&gt; é o primeiro álbum deles, e o mais distorcido, que deu as bases pra TODAS as bandas de shoegaze que viriam em seguida. Eu disse TODAS, incluindo My Bloody Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nyb3wwgtedz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5257506602678164598?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5257506602678164598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5257506602678164598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5257506602678164598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5257506602678164598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/jesus-and-mary-chain-psychocandy.html' title='JESUS AND MARY CHAIN, Psychocandy'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEcL5csnMCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/baLPpy2E1fc/s72-c/psychocandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6766975569708059255</id><published>2008-06-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:01:47.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocteau twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamy'/><title type='text'>COCTEAU TWINS, Heaven or Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>COCTEAU TWINS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HEAVEN OR LAS VEGAS&lt;/span&gt; (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEW-xMsnMBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2w10r0JXlBU/s1600-h/heaven-or-las-vegas-cocteau-twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEW-xMsnMBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2w10r0JXlBU/s320/heaven-or-las-vegas-cocteau-twins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207778296555057170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psychocandy&lt;/span&gt; (1985), do Jesus and Mary Chain, é a porção guitarreira do shoegaze, o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heaven or Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; é a porção etérea e dreamy. Isso significa que toda e qualquer banda de shoegaze surgida a partir de 90 ouviu até furar tanto este cd quanto o do Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, o Cocteau Twins já tinha explorado sua faceta de sonhos em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Treasure&lt;/span&gt; (1984), mas o disco deste post, pra mim, é o auge do estilo da banda. Eles são escoceses, o que já conta muitos pontos; eles tem um guitarrista fenomenal, Robin Guthrie; e eles têm a voz limpa e angelical de Elisabeth Frazer. Precisa mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe um disco perfeito? Poizé. Vou até postar o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psychocandy&lt;/span&gt; pra vocês entederem bem o que eu quero dizer. Se fosse uma equação, seria assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psychocandy&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heaven or Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; = shoegaze dos anos 90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jillz3mmhdt"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: ethereal pop / dreamy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6766975569708059255?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6766975569708059255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6766975569708059255' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6766975569708059255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6766975569708059255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/cocteau-twins-heaven-or-las-vegas.html' title='COCTEAU TWINS, Heaven or Las Vegas'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEW-xMsnMBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2w10r0JXlBU/s72-c/heaven-or-las-vegas-cocteau-twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8661909270303572405</id><published>2008-06-02T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:16:21.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleeting joys'/><title type='text'>FLEETING JOYS, Despondent Transponder</title><content type='html'>FLEETING JOYS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DESPONDENT TRANSPONDER&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SESNDcsnMAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xDV0TUBw2sI/s1600-h/Despondent_Transponder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SESNDcsnMAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xDV0TUBw2sI/s320/Despondent_Transponder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207442159529570306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fleeting Joys é um My Bloody Valentine em câmera lenta. Acho indispensável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?becs0altx2v"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / dream pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8661909270303572405?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8661909270303572405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8661909270303572405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8661909270303572405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8661909270303572405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/06/fleeting-joys-despondent-transponder.html' title='FLEETING JOYS, Despondent Transponder'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SESNDcsnMAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xDV0TUBw2sI/s72-c/Despondent_Transponder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8377737464715421600</id><published>2008-05-31T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:59:55.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valv'/><title type='text'>VALV, The Sense Of Movement</title><content type='html'>VALV, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE SENSE OF MOVEMENT&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEF0uMsnL_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wbwNcffF_uQ/s1600-h/capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEF0uMsnL_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wbwNcffF_uQ/s320/capa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206570981248151538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei incrível quando ouvi pela primeira vez o Valv: som um tanto surreal, com umas viagens de guitarras que remetiam à Mogwai, mas com o andamento e a pegada do Sonic Youth em sua veia mais, digamos, acessível. E o vocal lindamente agudo, limpo, ora soterrado pelas guitarras, ora em primeiro plano, deu um toque dreamy à sonoridade, completa pelas letras que sugerem imagens de desolação e amor. Inédito e surpreendente, em se tratando de indie Brasil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indie, neste caso, diz respeito à condição independente do grupo, não a um rótulo para definir sua música. Foram cinco anos de trabalho entre Luciano Cota (guitarra), Alexandre Augusto (bateria), Daniel Maia (baixo) e Alessandro Travassos (guitarra/vocal) até este &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sense Of Movement&lt;/span&gt;, sucessor do ep de estréia &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ammonite&lt;/span&gt; (2002). São doze canções, oscilando da voz-e-violão “Rhyme Royal” aos ecos shoegazes de “Middle English”. Destaque para a sutileza de “Puck And The Needle” e para a voz de mel de Fernanda Takai, do Pato Fu, na faixa-título. Valv é melódico, mas não é fofo. É elaborado, mas não pedante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?trcwhslodwn"&gt;Download part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0r9xgjywlcd"&gt;Download part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: indie rock / art rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: são dois arquivos pra baixar porque o mp3 tá em 256kb. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8377737464715421600?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8377737464715421600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8377737464715421600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8377737464715421600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8377737464715421600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/valv-sense-of-movement.html' title='VALV, The Sense Of Movement'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SEF0uMsnL_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wbwNcffF_uQ/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4371786724706923186</id><published>2008-05-28T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:12:57.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart-experience'/><title type='text'>WRY, Heart Experience</title><content type='html'>WRY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HEART EXPERIENCE&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SD2gF8snL-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lCBcTldLzjM/s1600-h/heart-experience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SD2gF8snL-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lCBcTldLzjM/s320/heart-experience.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205492768363196386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que penso em bandas nacionais, lembro imediatamente do Wry. Respeito muito esses sorocabanos. Acho jeca, mas eles tipo foram pra Londres com aquele sonho de ganhar a vida e as capas de revistas, sabe? Não ganharam as capas, mas construíram coisas bem bacanas por lá, evoluíram muito no som e... bem, nesse mês, o My Bloody Valentine inteiro assistiu a um show deles, &lt;a href="http://rodrigojames.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/wry-e-o-my-bloody-valentine/"&gt;e o Kevin Shields elogiou a banda&lt;/a&gt;. E, fala sério, receber um elogio do Kevin Shields, pro Wry, é o auge de uma trajetória. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso posto esse disco aqui, o segundo da carreira, gravado ainda no Brasil. É uma belíssima mistura de power pop com shoegaze e alguns toquinhos experimentais, beeeem de leve. Não é um disco que vai mudar sua vida, mas é muito divertido e é um dos primeiros passos de uma banda que já foi bem longe e só melhora a cada nova faixa. O encarte é uma obra à parte, com uma arte absurdamente linda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wby4xzwsd8x"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: power pop / shoegaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4371786724706923186?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4371786724706923186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4371786724706923186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4371786724706923186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4371786724706923186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/wry-heart-experience.html' title='WRY, Heart Experience'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SD2gF8snL-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/lCBcTldLzjM/s72-c/heart-experience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4416217507860358306</id><published>2008-05-25T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:47:57.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave navarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard rock'/><title type='text'>DAVE NAVARRO, Trust No One</title><content type='html'>DAVE NAVARRO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TRUST NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDoTh8snL9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G8yANOXEoMA/s1600-h/d9dfca2f838edfb914bcb8d8c3df2960_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDoTh8snL9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G8yANOXEoMA/s320/d9dfca2f838edfb914bcb8d8c3df2960_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204493793329885138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trust No One&lt;/span&gt; é um disco de rock, e, entre as faixas, tem uma belíssima cover de "Venus In Furs", do Velvet Underground. Esse trabalho não tem nada demais, musicalmente falando, mas mexe comigo - é um belo exemplo de música de cabeceira. O Dave Navarro merece minha consideração por ter tocado no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;One Hot Minute&lt;/span&gt;, dos Red Hot Chili Peppers; por ter sobrevivido à uma tentativa de suicídio; e por conseguir viver depois de ter presenciado o assassinato da mãe. Portanto, merece a sua, também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cndcmtxng11"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / hard rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4416217507860358306?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4416217507860358306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4416217507860358306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4416217507860358306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4416217507860358306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/dave-navarro-trust-no-one.html' title='DAVE NAVARRO, Trust No One'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDoTh8snL9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G8yANOXEoMA/s72-c/d9dfca2f838edfb914bcb8d8c3df2960_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7994329750791418971</id><published>2008-05-24T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:55:16.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaquinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vashti bunyan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><title type='text'>VASHTI BUNYAN, Just Another Diamond Day</title><content type='html'>VASHTI BUNYAN, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JUST ANOTHER DIAMOND DAY&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDipmssnL8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jktwMO8aSsI/s1600-h/Vashti%2BBunyan%2B-%2B%2B%5BJust%2BAnother%2BDiamond%2BDay%2B%2770%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDipmssnL8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jktwMO8aSsI/s320/Vashti%2BBunyan%2B-%2B%2B%5BJust%2BAnother%2BDiamond%2BDay%2B%2770%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204095851725008834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clássico absoluto, adoro, disco maravilhoso. É tão ou mais importante para o folk que a discografia do Bob Dylan inteira. Se folk é tipo um cara na roça, a Vashti Bunyan seria a mulher desse cara. Reza a lenda que, depois de gravar este trabalho (primeiro da carreira), ela parou de fazer música e foi pro meio do nada criar sua família. Daí, em meados dos anos 2000, a galera do freak folk redescobriu o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just Another Diamond Day&lt;/span&gt;, e a moça voltou à ordem do dia. Que ótimo, porque delicadeza é a palavra-chave aqui. Cada faixa é como se fosse uma pintura, e o clima é de sol, alto-astral, super vaquinha no campo, sabe? Para ouvir enquanto você faz queijo, depois de ter tirado o leite da vaquinha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: folk / hopeful songwriter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?02eydt1g2yw"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7994329750791418971?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7994329750791418971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7994329750791418971' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7994329750791418971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7994329750791418971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/vashti-bunyan-just-another-diamond-day.html' title='VASHTI BUNYAN, Just Another Diamond Day'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDipmssnL8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jktwMO8aSsI/s72-c/Vashti%2BBunyan%2B-%2B%2B%5BJust%2BAnother%2BDiamond%2BDay%2B%2770%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3308812757157538689</id><published>2008-05-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:53:06.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Gallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental jazz'/><title type='text'>VINCENT GALLO, Recordings of Music for Film</title><content type='html'>VINCENT GALLO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RECORDINGS OF MUSIC FOR FILM&lt;/span&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDYUocsnL7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/e9EvHiyjJgY/s1600-h/Gallo,+Vincent+-+Recordings+Of+Music+For+Film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDYUocsnL7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/e9EvHiyjJgY/s320/Gallo,+Vincent+-+Recordings+Of+Music+For+Film.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203369104603819954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse disco reúne composições que o Gallo fez pros filmes dele (curtas e longas). São 29 faixas entre experimentações e delicadezas, como "Lonely Boy". Não menos que apaixonante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?w0zzh4m15l1"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: minimalist / experimental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3308812757157538689?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3308812757157538689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3308812757157538689' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3308812757157538689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3308812757157538689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/vincent-gallo-recordings-of-music-for.html' title='VINCENT GALLO, Recordings of Music for Film'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDYUocsnL7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/e9EvHiyjJgY/s72-c/Gallo,+Vincent+-+Recordings+Of+Music+For+Film.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-441329870389739857</id><published>2008-05-21T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:09:16.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Gallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental jazz'/><title type='text'>VINCENT GALLO, So Sad</title><content type='html'>VINCENT GALLO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SO SAD &lt;/span&gt;(2001, EP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDS49fFrRbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DqIFXIg15zg/s1600-h/sosadcoverlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDS49fFrRbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DqIFXIg15zg/s320/sosadcoverlarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202986835976603058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;why do I always feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;why do I make things get sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I make things feel blue?&lt;br /&gt;why do I make things turn blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blue, so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ctfm360zzyt"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sadcore / minimalist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-441329870389739857?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/441329870389739857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=441329870389739857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/441329870389739857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/441329870389739857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/vincent-gallo-so-sad.html' title='VINCENT GALLO, So Sad'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDS49fFrRbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DqIFXIg15zg/s72-c/sosadcoverlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1968152772758827001</id><published>2008-05-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:21:17.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Gallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental jazz'/><title type='text'>VINCENT GALLO, Honey Bunny</title><content type='html'>VINCENT GALLO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HONEY BUNNY&lt;/span&gt; (2001, single)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDN4Y_FrRaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Il3N5kgXxK8/s1600-h/honeybunnylarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDN4Y_FrRaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Il3N5kgXxK8/s320/honeybunnylarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202634365190489506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/intimidade.html"&gt;When&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; foi o disco mais baixado deste blog até agora, resolvi postar o single da &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Honey Bunny&lt;/span&gt;. São duas faixas além da título, sendo uma delas a melhor música do Gallo pra mim, "Lonely Boy". Vocês sabem, ele faz parte do seleto grupo de cantores que podem cantar versos singelos sem soar tolo. Muito pelo contrário, o Gallo só faz coisas geniais, seja em filme, em música, enfim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?b0h3e2euvid"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sadcore / minimalist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1968152772758827001?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1968152772758827001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1968152772758827001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1968152772758827001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1968152772758827001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/vincent-gallo-honey-bunny.html' title='VINCENT GALLO, Honey Bunny'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDN4Y_FrRaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Il3N5kgXxK8/s72-c/honeybunnylarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7398065979477099007</id><published>2008-05-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:20:42.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megadeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed metal'/><title type='text'>MEGADETH, Rust In Peace</title><content type='html'>MEGADETH, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RUST IN PEACE&lt;/span&gt; (1990)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDHSuvFrRZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4qsJGvGqlY8/s1600-h/rip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDHSuvFrRZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4qsJGvGqlY8/s320/rip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202170744945722770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia este disco no repeat, em uma fita cassete, quando estava no segundo grau. É a medida perfeita entre sujeira e invenção, no meio do caminho entre os trabalhos mais toscos e os mais acessíveis do Megadeth. Quem diria, a melhor cria do Metallica foi o Dave Mustaine, que era guitarrista daquela banda, caiu fora e fundou o Megadeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, dá pra entender o que é trash metal ouvindo apenas três discos: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reign In Blood&lt;/span&gt; (1986), do Slayer, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chaos A.D.&lt;/span&gt; (1993), do Sepultura; e o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rust In Peace&lt;/span&gt;. Comece pelo melhor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?de9iwcizqyj"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: trash metal / speed metal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7398065979477099007?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7398065979477099007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7398065979477099007' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7398065979477099007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7398065979477099007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/megadeth-rust-in-peace.html' title='MEGADETH, Rust In Peace'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SDHSuvFrRZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4qsJGvGqlY8/s72-c/rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7664199642327905543</id><published>2008-05-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:09:36.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><title type='text'>RUSH, Test for Echo</title><content type='html'>RUSH, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TEST FOR ECHO&lt;/span&gt; (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SC-EuPFrRYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OWozGSmOg3k/s1600-h/full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SC-EuPFrRYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OWozGSmOg3k/s320/full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201522024495400322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que muita gente vai torcer a cara. Como assim Rush, música progressiva? Sim, música progressiva. Na realidade, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Test for Echo&lt;/span&gt; faz parte da fase mais acessível do trio canadense. Eles dividiram a carreira em fases: a cada quatro álbuns de estúdio, um ao vivo marcava alguma espécie de transição. O disco de 96 é o quarto depois de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Show of Hands&lt;/span&gt; (1989), e, como os três anteriores, tem faixas longas, sim, mas com mais levada e menos progressão no sentido clássico da palavra, como provam as maravilhosas "Test for Echo" e "Driven". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa faceta acessível, contudo, não significa que as músicas estão menos trabalhadas ou, as letras, menos inteligentes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A quality of justice / a quantity of light / a particle of mercy / makes the color of right&lt;/span&gt;, canta Geddy Lee com sua voz anasalada em "The Color of Right". E imaginem que estamos em 96, começo de época digital e internet - "Virtuality" retrata o período com um misto de otimismo e inocência: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;net boy, net girl / send your impulse 'round the world / put your message in a modem / and throw it in the cyber sea&lt;/span&gt;. Decorei todas, são lindas, sempre canto junto. Pra fazer air guitar e bater cabeça com conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mmywst2flwn"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: progressive rock / art rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7664199642327905543?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7664199642327905543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7664199642327905543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7664199642327905543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7664199642327905543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/rush-test-for-echo.html' title='RUSH, Test for Echo'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SC-EuPFrRYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OWozGSmOg3k/s72-c/full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1104399361221740877</id><published>2008-05-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:51:04.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autolux'/><title type='text'>AUTOLUX, Future Perfect</title><content type='html'>AUTOLUX, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FUTURE PERFECT&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCtCNPFrRXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QxUAiqfn7n8/s1600-h/autolux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCtCNPFrRXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QxUAiqfn7n8/s320/autolux.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322989885441394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, quando eu descobri essa banda, não conseguia parar de ouvir. Eles foram lá em cima nos top artistas do meu last.fm. Ora, e o que esse trio de Los Angeles faz? Junta guitarras rasgadas e levemente desleixadas com vocais suaves e letras agridoces (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hit me with your smile&lt;/span&gt;), bem à moda da casa. Tipo ouviram os melhores discos do Cocteau Twins, Sonic Youth e My Bloody Valentine e resolveram fazer o deles. Deu super certo, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Future Perfect&lt;/span&gt; é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ume9dm2zdpz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / dream pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1104399361221740877?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1104399361221740877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1104399361221740877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1104399361221740877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1104399361221740877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/autolux-future-perfect.html' title='AUTOLUX, Future Perfect'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCtCNPFrRXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QxUAiqfn7n8/s72-c/autolux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6565079346750441235</id><published>2008-05-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:29:10.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard rock'/><title type='text'>MAD SEASON, Above</title><content type='html'>MAD SEASON, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ABOVE&lt;/span&gt; (1995)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCjuIPFrRWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_qiQkOSKCxo/s1600-h/MadSeason-Above.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCjuIPFrRWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_qiQkOSKCxo/s320/MadSeason-Above.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199667595055940962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro da luta que foi para conseguir este disco, em 1996, muito antes do mp3. Não fiquei menos que estarrecido quando descobri que o guitarrista do Pearl Jam tinha se juntado com o vocalista do Alice In Chains (amém)  e o baterista do Screaming Trees e formado um grupo. Não era só perfeito, era mais do que perfeito, porque o Mark Lanegan colabora com vocais em algumas faixas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O disco é marcado pela tonalidade do Layne Staley, que, à época, estava numa clínica de reabilitação - ele morreu, anos depois, de overdose. O tom é pesado e o instrumental, sempre introspectivo, acompanha o clima de auto-destruição, dosando bem baladas e algum hard rock. As letras são todas muito, muito tristes, passando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) pelo soturno, em "Long Gone Day": &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See you all from time to time / Isn't it so strange / How far away we all are now / Am I the only one who remembers that summer / Oh, I remember / Everyday each time the place was saved / The music that we made / The wind has carried all of that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)  pela perda de esperança, em "River of Deceit": &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My pain is self-chosen / At least, so The Prophet says / I could either burn / Or cut off my pride and buy some time / A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) próximas à morte, em "All Alone": &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We're all alone&lt;/span&gt;, repetido inúmeras vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A audição não é exatamente fácil e provavelmente você não vai gostar logo de cara.  Não é um disco para fracos mas, uma vez que você entrou na viagem, não dá mais pra sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tmdwezxjjjb"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: hard rock / rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6565079346750441235?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6565079346750441235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6565079346750441235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6565079346750441235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6565079346750441235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/mad-season-above.html' title='MAD SEASON, Above'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCjuIPFrRWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_qiQkOSKCxo/s72-c/MadSeason-Above.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1474909263882795721</id><published>2008-05-06T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:59:46.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elefant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><title type='text'>ELEFANT, Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid</title><content type='html'>ELEFANT, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUNLIGHT MAKES ME PARANOID&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCEMXK2m5nI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cn5lCmNg7IQ/s1600-h/51W69VRG9VL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCEMXK2m5nI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cn5lCmNg7IQ/s320/51W69VRG9VL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197449037152183922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta concisão é necessária para que brotem singelas canções pop? Um pouco de amor, um pouco de transpiração, um pouco de desejo e um baixo à Joy Division  Esse amontoado de elementos talvez não responda à questão proposta: apenas está presente, com doses de pretensão baixíssimas, nas dez faixas do primeiro long play dos americanos do Elefant, lançado depois  do EP-demo de estréia, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gallery Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid&lt;/span&gt; cada um dos instrumentos parece ter sido gravado com toda calma e perspicácia, sobrepostos com elegância, de tal forma que fica fácil isolá-los e entendê-los separadamente, e Diego Garcia canta só com vontade, sem esforços, em tom monocórdio. Está mais para Interpol - embora não tão frio - do que para Strokes - embora não tão Velvet. As letras como que foram retiradas de um livro de poesia e imersas em melodias, dedilhados e algumas guitarras, versos em nostalgia de quem um dia viu o sol e, como diz o título, ficou paranóico e agora vê a luz se pôr. Totalmente estilístico, com doses de ternura que não chegam a aquecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jzm0igmezy1"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: indie rock / alternative rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1474909263882795721?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1474909263882795721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1474909263882795721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1474909263882795721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1474909263882795721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/elefant-sunlight-makes-me-paranoid.html' title='ELEFANT, Sunlight Makes Me Paranoid'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCEMXK2m5nI/AAAAAAAAAGI/cn5lCmNg7IQ/s72-c/51W69VRG9VL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-8909444474394020708</id><published>2008-05-06T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:32:59.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progressive metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodic metal'/><title type='text'>DREAM THEATER, Images and Words</title><content type='html'>DREAM THEATER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IMAGES AND WORDS&lt;/span&gt; (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCDONa2m5mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jl9o40OzuQ8/s1600-h/33504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCDONa2m5mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jl9o40OzuQ8/s320/33504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197380699927537250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marque a alternativa correta. Como um excelente disco de metal, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Images and Words&lt;/span&gt;, o segundo trabalho de um dos grupos expoentes do metal progressivo, o Dream Theater, contém:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Homens cabeludos e vestidos de preto cantando em falsete;&lt;br /&gt;b) Solos de guitarra, solos de bateria e solos de teclado;&lt;br /&gt;c) Músicas longas que trocam de andamento várias vezes;&lt;br /&gt;d) Músicos virtuosos formados em escolas de música;&lt;br /&gt;e) Todas as anteriores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem marcou a e), acertou. Se você acha que música boa se resume a rockinho indie ou que preste um eterno tributo aos Beatles, passe longe, até porque são dois downloads, totalizando 108mb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?djlwdyhscbx"&gt;Download parte 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?92yluidexxs"&gt;Download parte 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: melodic heavy metal / progressive heavy metal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-8909444474394020708?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/8909444474394020708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=8909444474394020708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8909444474394020708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/8909444474394020708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-theater-images-and-words.html' title='DREAM THEATER, Images and Words'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SCDONa2m5mI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jl9o40OzuQ8/s72-c/33504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1746967942853545293</id><published>2008-04-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:41:31.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sepultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arise'/><title type='text'>SEPULTURA, Arise</title><content type='html'>SEPULTURA, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ARISE&lt;/span&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBfNda2m5lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5hvFqkmcaH0/s1600-h/B000000H3W.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBfNda2m5lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5hvFqkmcaH0/s320/B000000H3W.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194846600503420498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante muitos anos eu fui metaleiro, de usar só roupa preta e ouvir bandas de guitarras velozes e vocais guturais. Tinha nove anos a primeira vez que ouvi Sepultura e, óbvio, não entendi nada. Mas me marcou de alguma forma muito forte. Anos mais tarde, voltei a escutar e nunca mais parei. Minha memória não registra banda brasileira que tenha sido tão inventiva e competente quanto o Sepultura em sua fase áurea (do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beneath The Remains&lt;/span&gt; (1989) ao &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roots&lt;/span&gt; (1996)). Enfim, minha memória não registra banda brasileira que eu goste mais do que o ex-grupo dos irmãos Cavalera - já vi seis shows. Acho que o único grupo que chega remotamente perto do Sepultura são os Mutantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arise&lt;/span&gt; é meu disco de cabeceira deles, porque as faixas mostram a banda saindo da pura tosqueira adolescente e sabendo a direção que ia seguir nos discos seguintes: alguma batucada e menos desespero/velocidade no instrumental. Esse trabalho foi tipo a primeira experiência do que viria a ser o incrível &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Roots&lt;/span&gt;. Não bastasse, Megadeth, Slayer e Anthrax, a nata do trash metal, começaram a pagar pau pros mineiros a partir desse trabalho, que foi também um dos responsáveis pelo estouro da banda no cenário internacional - e por fazer veículos gringos de música prestarem atenção no metal brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arise&lt;/span&gt; é um disco fundamental na sonoridade e no que representou pra época: o começo da verdadeira internacionalização de grupos brasileiros de rock. Como eu disse, só chega perto de Mutantes. Pra bater cabelo com classe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?23l9b3c4je9"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: trash metal / speed metal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1746967942853545293?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1746967942853545293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1746967942853545293' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1746967942853545293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1746967942853545293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/sepultura-arise.html' title='SEPULTURA, Arise'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBfNda2m5lI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5hvFqkmcaH0/s72-c/B000000H3W.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3827153939754256130</id><published>2008-04-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:00:26.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sparklehorse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low-fi chic'/><title type='text'>SPARKLEHORSE, It's a Wonderful Life</title><content type='html'>SPARKLEHORSE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBYrua2m5kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WESPduN3ED4/s1600-h/sparklehorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBYrua2m5kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WESPduN3ED4/s320/sparklehorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194387296700786242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que meus textos são hiperbólicos (adoro) e superlativos (gosto mais ainda), mas, cá pra nós, não vou postar nenhum disco meia-boca, né? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It´s a Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt; é o terceiro álbum do Sparklehorse, que é basicamente o projeto de um só cara, o Mark Linkous. Esse trabalho ele fez depois de se recuperar de uma overdose absurda que sofreu num quarto de hotel - em parte refletida no disco anterior, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good Morning Spider&lt;/span&gt; (1999) -, daí a celebração à vida no título. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu contar que Linkous grava sua música low-fi chic, fina mesmo, de forma analógica, na casa dele, com instrumentos antigos, já basta pra você querer ouvir. E se eu disser que PJ Harvey, Tom Waits e Nina Persson emprestam suas vozes incríveis para algumas faixas desse disco de tom surreal e delicado, bem, você sacou que é obrigatório. E as letras? Não dizem nada que tenha lógica aparente, são como relatos de sonho que só fazem sentido pra quem os sonhou - mas formam belas imagens pra gente viajar enquanto escuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?rznu1mxgyl4"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: noise pop / low-fi chic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3827153939754256130?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3827153939754256130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3827153939754256130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3827153939754256130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3827153939754256130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/sparklehorse-its-wonderful-life.html' title='SPARKLEHORSE, It&apos;s a Wonderful Life'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBYrua2m5kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WESPduN3ED4/s72-c/sparklehorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7793935673473265269</id><published>2008-04-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:27:39.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubblegum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mark lanegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whisky rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><title type='text'>MARK LANEGAN, Bubblegum</title><content type='html'>MARK LANEGAN, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BUBBLEGUM&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOtbq2m5jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/19XIkYWjLj4/s1600-h/Mark%2BLanegan%2B-%2BBubblegum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOtbq2m5jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/19XIkYWjLj4/s320/Mark%2BLanegan%2B-%2BBubblegum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193685486159717938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo aqui pegou a época do grunge, certo? Então vocês lembram daquelas bandas que não estavam nos holofotes da mídia, mas que deram origem ao movimento das camisas de flanela, como Tad, Mother Love Bone, Green River. O Screaming Trees é dessa leva, Mark Lanegan era vocal do grupo, e depois se jogou pra carreira solo, com discos recheados de melancolia, voz rouca, uísque e baforadas de cigarro. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bubblegum&lt;/span&gt; traz 15 canções peculiares, todas de espírito lo-fi chique, sabe como? O teclado da primeira faixa te joga direto para a incrível participação de PJ Harvey (“Hit The City”), quando Lanegan coloca sua rouquidão de pulmão esfumaçado a duelar com os dotes vocais desesperados da überdeusa. E “Driving Death Valley Blues” é pura influência stoner que Lanegan trouxe de seus bicos como convidado do Queens Of The Stone Age. Verso que resume o disco: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don’t wanna live this heaven so soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dkjd4dwminz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / whisky rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7793935673473265269?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7793935673473265269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7793935673473265269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7793935673473265269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7793935673473265269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/mark-lanegan-bubblegum.html' title='MARK LANEGAN, Bubblegum'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOtbq2m5jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/19XIkYWjLj4/s72-c/Mark%2BLanegan%2B-%2BBubblegum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6030434203488014423</id><published>2008-04-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:47:38.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rid of me'/><title type='text'>PJ HARVEY, Rid of Me</title><content type='html'>PJ HARVEY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RID OF ME&lt;/span&gt; (1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOiqK2m5iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SbrJE6O_pDY/s1600-h/B000001DYD.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOiqK2m5iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SbrJE6O_pDY/s320/B000001DYD.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193673640639915554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vou falar nada desse disco, porque acredito que todo mundo que acessa o blog já tem o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rid of Me&lt;/span&gt;. Se por algum acaso do destino você não tem, se joga. Só toma cuidado pra não se machucar, porque cada faixa é um estilhaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xz1wzocsyxn"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / beastie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6030434203488014423?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6030434203488014423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6030434203488014423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6030434203488014423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6030434203488014423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/pj-harvey-rid-of-me.html' title='PJ HARVEY, Rid of Me'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBOiqK2m5iI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SbrJE6O_pDY/s72-c/B000001DYD.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-6478381167507735080</id><published>2008-04-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:49:41.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie rock'/><title type='text'>PJ HARVEY, Dry</title><content type='html'>PJ HARVEY, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DRY&lt;/span&gt; (1992)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBIQ062m5hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7AhV0K1dMPI/s1600-h/Harvey,+PJ+-+Dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBIQ062m5hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7AhV0K1dMPI/s320/Harvey,+PJ+-+Dry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193231821649143314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vou falar nada desse disco, porque acredito que todo mundo que acessa o blog já tem o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dry&lt;/span&gt;. Se por algum acaso do destino você não tem, se joga. Só toma cuidado pra não se machucar, porque é um trabalho muito forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2tdxunfzyxy"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: rock / indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-6478381167507735080?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/6478381167507735080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=6478381167507735080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6478381167507735080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/6478381167507735080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/pj-harvey-dry.html' title='PJ HARVEY, Dry'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SBIQ062m5hI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7AhV0K1dMPI/s72-c/Harvey,+PJ+-+Dry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7808003916930116471</id><published>2008-04-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:47:34.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arab strap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadcore'/><title type='text'>ARAB STRAP, Philophobia</title><content type='html'>ARAB STRAP, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"PHILOPHOBIA"&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SA4IRK2m5gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y_0fpJ0k3I4/s1600-h/ArabstrapPhilophobia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SA4IRK2m5gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y_0fpJ0k3I4/s320/ArabstrapPhilophobia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192096511468955138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns meses me pergunto qual a melhor faixa que eu jamais ouvi. Adoro hipérboles, e pode parecer até meio bobo eleger uma música como a melhor da vida. Mas a resposta que me dou é, sem dúvida, "New Birds", quarta canção do segundo disco do Arab Strap. Já tentei eleger outras faixas, fingir que não é essa, porque o Arab Strap não entraria na minha lista de bandas memoráveis. Mas "New Birds" é, sim, a música que eu escolheria em detrimento de todas as outras, se eu tivesse que ouvi-la pro resto da minha vida e jamais tocar em qualquer outro disco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faz sentido escutá-la sem acompanhar a &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdir.com/arab-strap-new-birds-lyrics.html"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;. Boa viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m2m42tc3dzw"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sadcore / slowcore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7808003916930116471?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7808003916930116471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7808003916930116471' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7808003916930116471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7808003916930116471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/arab-strap-philophobia.html' title='ARAB STRAP, Philophobia'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SA4IRK2m5gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y_0fpJ0k3I4/s72-c/ArabstrapPhilophobia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-438985691472063531</id><published>2008-04-21T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:02:55.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arab strap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowcore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadcore'/><title type='text'>ARAB STRAP, The Red Thread</title><content type='html'>ARAB STRAP, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THE RED THREAD&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAy6kkcSTLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wFe8OjVpyxA/s1600-h/41AP0196P8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAy6kkcSTLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wFe8OjVpyxA/s320/41AP0196P8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191729607871712434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arab Strap é emoção, sentimento travestido de música. Como pode esta dupla – Malcon Middleton e Aidan Moffat - inglesa fazer uma arte tão pungente? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Red Thread&lt;/span&gt;, seu quarto trabalho de estúdio, é singelo e, sobretudo, triste, levemente poético até. Como se ouve na faixa de abertura, "Amor Veneris", onde um dedilhado de violão e um piano emolduram os versos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You cried in the kitchen, we made up in the hall / I watched you get dressed, those boots make you too tall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scenery" é programação eletrônica simples sob a voz de Moffat (Middleton toca guitarra), calma, por vezes rouca, que se torna sussurrante em "The Long Sea". O instrumental é pouco trabalhado, mas marcante, com momentos etéreos. A sétima punhalada no coração, "Love Detective", é um pequeno conto de amor traçando a curiosa relação de um casal. Ao invés de ser cantada, é falada, digo, sentida, como se um segredo fosse confessado ao ouvinte. E essa faixa também entrega os temas principais do disco: relacionamento, amor e sexo, sempre abordados de forma delicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come here so I can help you tie your brand new tie / Brush your coat and remember, no-one laughs if you cry"&lt;/span&gt; são versos sutis de "The Devil-Tips" que comprovam o aviso presente na capa do cd: this is no record for the weak willed or the faint of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?b9ytzejldsl"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: sadcore / slowcore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-438985691472063531?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/438985691472063531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=438985691472063531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/438985691472063531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/438985691472063531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/arab-strap-red-thread.html' title='ARAB STRAP, The Red Thread'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAy6kkcSTLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wFe8OjVpyxA/s72-c/41AP0196P8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-120215327712145222</id><published>2008-04-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:06:19.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak-folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vetiver'/><title type='text'>VETIVER, To Find Me Gone</title><content type='html'>VETIVER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TO FIND ME GONE&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAqWqUcSTKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-Rdqe1ZwCBI/s1600-h/vetiver_tofindmegone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAqWqUcSTKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-Rdqe1ZwCBI/s320/vetiver_tofindmegone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191127174283938978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o segundo e, até agora, mais recente disco do Vetiver. Aqui a persona trovadora do moço levanta do banquinho, larga o violão, bate as botas pra sacudir a poeira e pega o microfone pra cantar em pé. As primeiras cinco faixas são inacreditáveis, mas depois fica apenas mais do mesmo. Postei esse disco para vocês fazerem a comparação com o &lt;a href="http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/vetiver-vetiver.html"&gt;primeiro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cmmmzjzvtqe"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: folk / new folk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-120215327712145222?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/120215327712145222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=120215327712145222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/120215327712145222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/120215327712145222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/vetiver-to-find-me-gone.html' title='VETIVER, To Find Me Gone'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAqWqUcSTKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-Rdqe1ZwCBI/s72-c/vetiver_tofindmegone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3525817524992097763</id><published>2008-04-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:20:38.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolf eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>WOLF EYES, Burned Mind</title><content type='html'>WOLF EYES, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BURNED MIND&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAeEqqFGEwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RlrWlgElvXo/s1600-h/Burned_Mind-Wolf_Eyes_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAeEqqFGEwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RlrWlgElvXo/s320/Burned_Mind-Wolf_Eyes_480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190262963952816898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-música. Ou se o inferno tem trilha sonora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Esse foi o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; disco que me fez passar mal fisicamente, até hoje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?bmwclzrtnbx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental metal / hell music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3525817524992097763?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3525817524992097763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3525817524992097763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3525817524992097763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3525817524992097763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/wolf-eyes-burned-mind.html' title='WOLF EYES, Burned Mind'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAeEqqFGEwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RlrWlgElvXo/s72-c/Burned_Mind-Wolf_Eyes_480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3074834602966258239</id><published>2008-04-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:57:06.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tremolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avant-garde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avant rock'/><title type='text'>GUITAR, Dealin with Signal and Noise</title><content type='html'>GUITAR, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DEALIN WITH SIGNAL AND NOISE&lt;/span&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAT_7KFGEvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AXRYWFuUUWc/s1600-h/post-379156-1184170079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAT_7KFGEvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AXRYWFuUUWc/s320/post-379156-1184170079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189554062420742898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que baixei este álbum atraído pela cover de “Just Like Honey”, do Jesus and Mary Chain. No fim, o que ouvi foi um trabalho que entrou, em poucos meses e incontáveis audições, pros meus top 10 discos de cabeceira. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dealin with Signal and Noise&lt;/span&gt; é, em uma palavra, vanguarda. Fala sério, vanguarda em 2008? É que as músicas reúnem com sabedoria os elementos preferidos da casa: guitarra, sintetizadores e algum experimentalismo, tudo misturado. O resultado algumas vezes é idm; em outras, rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As treze faixas do quinto disco do guitarrista alemão são muito diferentes entre si, mas têm uma seqüência lógica que só faz sentido se você ouvi-las todas. Dou uma estrelinha e um coraçãozinho para “Ballad of the Tremoloser”, 8 minutos dedicados ao “tremolo” (repetição rápida de uma nota ou uma alternância rápida entre duas ou mais notas musicais, efeito muito usado pelo My Bloody Valentine), que poderia tranqüilamente estar no filme &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laranja Mecânica&lt;/span&gt; ou ser a trilha de uma longa viagem de metrô em uma cidade grande: hipnótica, ainda que repetitiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia descrever longamente cada faixa de tanto que gosto desse disco, mas vou resumir: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dealin with Signal and Noise&lt;/span&gt; é uma longa e bem-escrita carta de amor à guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?czbtgyzbbnm"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: avant rock / avant-garde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3074834602966258239?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3074834602966258239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3074834602966258239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3074834602966258239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3074834602966258239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/guitar-dealin-with-signal-and-noise.html' title='GUITAR, Dealin with Signal and Noise'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAT_7KFGEvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AXRYWFuUUWc/s72-c/post-379156-1184170079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7628149977735221582</id><published>2008-04-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:37:41.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niilismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning bolt'/><title type='text'>LIGHTNING BOLT, Wonderful Rainbow</title><content type='html'>LIGHTNING BOLT, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WONDERFUL RAINBOW&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAKPAKFGEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tPr0vRa6eVg/s1600-h/613UiC-VBWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAKPAKFGEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tPr0vRa6eVg/s320/613UiC-VBWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188866953552728802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco para advanced users. Duo de bateria e baixo tocados no volume mais alto possível, na velocidade mais rápida possível, com vocais gritados e desesperados. Para "cantar", o baterista-cantor colocou o microfone dentro de uma meia, presa à uma máscara em seu rosto. A banda costuma fazer shows no meio da platéia, não em palcos. Niilismo em forma de música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nm0ypzz2yej"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: noise rock / noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7628149977735221582?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7628149977735221582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7628149977735221582' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7628149977735221582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7628149977735221582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/lightning-bolt-wonderful-rainbow.html' title='LIGHTNING BOLT, Wonderful Rainbow'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAKPAKFGEuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tPr0vRa6eVg/s72-c/613UiC-VBWL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3647019116657170720</id><published>2008-04-12T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:01:08.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><title type='text'>FEEDBACK TO THE FUTURE, "a compilation of..."</title><content type='html'>FEEDBACK TO THE FUTURE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A COMPILATION OF ELEVEN SHOEGAZING SONGS FROM 1990 - 1992"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAFazaFGEtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XP8j0pjuqQA/s1600-h/41YTN4QHM9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAFazaFGEtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XP8j0pjuqQA/s320/41YTN4QHM9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188528084928041682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história é conhecida. No final dos anos 80 e início dos 90, enquanto o acid house invadia a mídia e muitos clubes da Inglaterra, um grupo de bandas também inglesas começou a produzir música com basicamente três elementos: paredes de guitarras distorcidas, vocais etéreos (muitas vezes femininos) e clima viajandão. Reza a lenda que alguns desses grupos se apresentavam olhando para o chão, porque eram tantos pedais com efeitos de guitarras que os guitarristas deveriam se coordenar para apertar cada um no momento certo da canção - daí o nome que definiu o estilo, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shoegaze&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Feedback to the Future&lt;/span&gt; saiu em 2004 e reúne alguns hits absolutos, como "Rave Down", do Swervedriver, e "Deluxe", do Lush, com faixas menos tocadas de bandas igualmente importantes pra cena, tipo Pale Saints, Adorable e Blind Mr. Jones. Destaque para a arte da caixinha do cd, toda em rosa e branco, ilustrada com imagens abstratas. Ah!, a caixinha é em formato de livro, e as páginas contém um longo texto sobre as origens, as bandas e os desdobramentos do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shoegaze&lt;/span&gt;, ilustrado por fotos. Obrigatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: a coletânea é corajosa e nada óbvia ao não colocar os maiores nomes do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shoegaze&lt;/span&gt; de todos os tempos, My Bloody Valentine e Jesus and Mary Chain. Porque, vamos convir, isso todo mundo já tem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wtxxojxjnbc"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / dream pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3647019116657170720?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3647019116657170720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3647019116657170720' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3647019116657170720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3647019116657170720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/feedback-to-future-compilation-of.html' title='FEEDBACK TO THE FUTURE, &quot;a compilation of...&quot;'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/SAFazaFGEtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XP8j0pjuqQA/s72-c/41YTN4QHM9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-2123453667057003180</id><published>2008-04-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:01:59.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak-folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fossa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vetiver'/><title type='text'>VETIVER, Vetiver</title><content type='html'>VETIVER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;VETIVER&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_0vM-3-RcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRCnMv3xEyU/s1600-h/vetiver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_0vM-3-RcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRCnMv3xEyU/s320/vetiver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187354245883381186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Vetiver me fez gostar de folk. E o que ele fez? Folk. Só isso. Descoberto pelo Devendra Banhart, foi o moço mais discreto da turma freak folk ou new folk que surgiu de 2001 pra cá. Ele deixa de lado as viajações do Devendra e os barulhinhos das Coco Rosie (que eu adoro) e faz apenas folk: voz, violão e letras simples. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh papa, don't be so mad / I'm taking the car for so very fast / You won't mind it missing at all / Oh papa&lt;/span&gt;. Sempre me arrepio quando ouço essa faixa ("Oh Papa"), que abre o disco, o primeiro da carreira dele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que o Devendra participa no álbum, em "Amor Fou", cantada em inglês com trechos em francês. O mais bacana é que as letras todas são curtas e diretas. O Vetiver está mais pra singeleza de uma Vashti Bunyan do que pra verborragia do Bob Dylan, embora preste tributo a ambos. Boa fossa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?w5txqqqk2c2"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: folk / new folk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-2123453667057003180?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/2123453667057003180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=2123453667057003180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2123453667057003180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2123453667057003180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/vetiver-vetiver.html' title='VETIVER, Vetiver'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_0vM-3-RcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wRCnMv3xEyU/s72-c/vetiver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3248541216876734861</id><published>2008-04-05T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:42:37.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey 3D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french rock'/><title type='text'>MICKEY 3D, Matador</title><content type='html'>MICKEY 3D, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MATADOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_f_LZGPCLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zLxZ3ACc8xI/s1600-h/covers_001945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_f_LZGPCLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zLxZ3ACc8xI/s320/covers_001945.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185894067121096882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mickey 3D coloca mais pessoas em um estádio na França do que os Stooges. Eles são um fenômeno absoluto do pop rock francês, a um só tempo populares e de altíssima qualidade musical. Vi um show do grupo em Paris, maio de 2006, e a platéia de seis mil pessoas dançava e cantava todas as músicas. É impossível resistir ao espírito pop desse disco, de melodias redondas e assobiáveis ("Réveille-Toi") e alguns rocks ("Matador", "Compte Pas Sur Moi") daqueles que você quer dançar abraçado com os amigos, sabe? Tão bom que tem até uma canção de protesto em espírito meio rap, "Il Faut Toujours Viser La Tête". &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matador&lt;/span&gt; agrada público e crítica, faz pular e chorar em 14 faixas; atira pra vários lados e sempre acerta o alvo. Clássico pessoal absoluto - meu e de mais milhões de franceses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nhclhnmj0ba"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: french rock / pop rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3248541216876734861?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3248541216876734861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3248541216876734861' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3248541216876734861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3248541216876734861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/mickey-3d-matador.html' title='MICKEY 3D, Matador'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_f_LZGPCLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zLxZ3ACc8xI/s72-c/covers_001945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4515210495889431188</id><published>2008-04-03T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:51:44.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo-fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Frusciante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>JOHN FRUSCIANTE, To Record Only Water For Ten Days</title><content type='html'>JOHN FRUSCIANTE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TO RECORD ONLY WATER FOR TEN DAYS&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_VPXZGPCKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dLuV1x29okE/s1600-h/To_record_only_water_for_ten_days_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_VPXZGPCKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dLuV1x29okE/s320/To_record_only_water_for_ten_days_album_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185137809279617186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Record Only Water for Ten Days&lt;/span&gt; marca a recuperação de John Frusciante das drogas, com um título que remete à pureza: registrar apenas água por dez dias. E o disco é todo nesse espírito simples, gravado em casa, sabe?, com apenas guitarra, voz e baterias eletrônicas primárias, no melhor estilo low-fi. Por isso é tão cativante, como se Frusciante te estendesse um cobertor em um dia frio. Prestem atenção na primeira música, "Going Inside", que ganhou um &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgvP6RGV_rs"&gt;vídeo maravilhoso&lt;/a&gt; dirigido pelo Vincent Gallo. Disco de cabeceira fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tz4nbnyznyu"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: lo-fi / indietronica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4515210495889431188?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4515210495889431188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4515210495889431188' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4515210495889431188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4515210495889431188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/04/john-frusciante-to-record-only-water.html' title='JOHN FRUSCIANTE, To Record Only Water For Ten Days'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_VPXZGPCKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dLuV1x29okE/s72-c/To_record_only_water_for_ten_days_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-2999418809309864306</id><published>2008-03-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:08:01.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Hecker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop music'/><title type='text'>TIM HECKER, Harmony in Ultraviolet.</title><content type='html'>TIM HECKER, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HARMONY IN ULTRAVIOLET.&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_AdHJGPCJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/47VMRKo74v0/s1600-h/333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_AdHJGPCJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/47VMRKo74v0/s320/333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183675179641800850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O produtor canadense Tim Hecker é da mesma família do Fennesz (que eu postei esses dias): uma guitarra de base com texturas e camadas eletrônicas sobrepostas. E qual a diferença entre ambos? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harmony in Ultraviolet.&lt;/span&gt; é um disco sem vocais e sem qualquer rastro de melodia. Ambient no último: laptop music para ouvir no deserto ou numa geleira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3nxbbxnujjz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental / ambient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-2999418809309864306?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/2999418809309864306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=2999418809309864306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2999418809309864306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2999418809309864306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/tim-hecker-harmony-in-ultraviolet.html' title='TIM HECKER, Harmony in Ultraviolet.'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R_AdHJGPCJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/47VMRKo74v0/s72-c/333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-2077362421501907784</id><published>2008-03-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:12:19.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Shields'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pellumair'/><title type='text'>PELLUMAIR, Summer Storm</title><content type='html'>PELLUMAIR, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUMMER STORM&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Simon and Garfunkel tocassem com o &lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.com.br/music/Kevin+Shields"&gt;Kevin Shields&lt;/a&gt;, eles seriam o Pellumair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-1BrZGPCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZFuH8i0t8L4/s1600-h/pellumair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-1BrZGPCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZFuH8i0t8L4/s320/pellumair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182870959900526706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zcvja3m4qgm"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: dream pop / songwriter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-2077362421501907784?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/2077362421501907784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=2077362421501907784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2077362421501907784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2077362421501907784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/pellumair-summer-storm.html' title='PELLUMAIR, Summer Storm'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-1BrZGPCHI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZFuH8i0t8L4/s72-c/pellumair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3213819469932976892</id><published>2008-03-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:52:29.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benoît pioulard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraço'/><title type='text'>BENOÎT PIOULARD</title><content type='html'>BENOÎT PIOULARD, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PRÉCIS&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-vrCJGPCFI/AAAAAAAAADg/5CStPrf2BzA/s1600-h/precis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-vrCJGPCFI/AAAAAAAAADg/5CStPrf2BzA/s320/precis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182494218254223442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse me mudar para uma praia, levaria este disco. Não estou falando de surf music: Benoît Pioulard, codinome musical do multi-instrumentista e escritor Thomas Meluch, faz música com gosto de chuva, cheiro de grama molhada e vista de céu nublado na praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?s0onmetodff"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENOÎT PIOULARD, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ENGE&lt;/span&gt;  (EP-2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-vsSpGPCGI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOl6_lLg8Cs/s1600-h/engeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-vsSpGPCGI/AAAAAAAAADo/IOl6_lLg8Cs/s320/engeep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182495601233692770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este EP é como o &lt;a href="http://pioulard.com/"&gt;site do moço&lt;/a&gt;: levemente experimental, minimalista e sensível. Dá vontade de abraçar alguém.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestem atenção na página oficial dele, tem polaróides batidas pelo próprio e a lista de seus discos preferidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dmxmiqddmfp"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: melancholic songwriter / experimental pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3213819469932976892?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3213819469932976892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3213819469932976892' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3213819469932976892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3213819469932976892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/benot-pioulard.html' title='BENOÎT PIOULARD'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-vrCJGPCFI/AAAAAAAAADg/5CStPrf2BzA/s72-c/precis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1944021063823787815</id><published>2008-03-25T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:45:55.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic youth'/><title type='text'>SONIC YOUTH, Evol</title><content type='html'>SONIC YOUTH, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EVOL&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-k3OJGPCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJ-IWlFpC2M/s1600-h/evol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-k3OJGPCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJ-IWlFpC2M/s320/evol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181733562366232642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é meu disco preferido do Sonic Youth. De técnica instrumental e apuro melódico inferior aos grandes clássicos da banda [a trinca &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Daydream Nation&lt;/span&gt; (1988), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goo&lt;/span&gt; (1990) e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dirty&lt;/span&gt; (1992)], &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Evol&lt;/span&gt; me conquistou pela honestidade: mostra o Sonic Youth saindo do puro barulho (oi!, Velvet Underground) e entrando, ainda tímido, nas viagens experimentais. "Tom Violence" é etérea sem ser chata, e "Green Light" eu cantava pelas ruas repetidamente, em 2004. Um clássico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?d9c6yxnn3n3"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental rock / noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1944021063823787815?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1944021063823787815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1944021063823787815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1944021063823787815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1944021063823787815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/sonic-youth-evol.html' title='SONIC YOUTH, Evol'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-k3OJGPCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/rJ-IWlFpC2M/s72-c/evol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1167955524838645581</id><published>2008-03-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:05:51.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoner rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walverdes'/><title type='text'>WALVERDES, Playback</title><content type='html'>WALVERDES, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PLAYBACK&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-J8Y5GPCDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6NCUg_m6_ZM/s1600-h/playback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-J8Y5GPCDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6NCUg_m6_ZM/s320/playback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179839288515168306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Walverdes são três caras de Porto Alegre que tocam juntos há 15 anos. Eles fazem &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rock pauleira&lt;/span&gt; com letras concisas e diretas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me pedem cigarros&lt;br /&gt;Me pedem centavos&lt;br /&gt;Punks brigam na esquina&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi a minha sexta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zznbnznbw3x"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: stoner rock / &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rock pauleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1167955524838645581?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1167955524838645581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1167955524838645581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1167955524838645581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1167955524838645581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/walverdes-playback.html' title='WALVERDES, Playback'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-J8Y5GPCDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6NCUg_m6_ZM/s72-c/playback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-2657667961573686437</id><published>2008-03-18T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:55:44.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bracken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chamber pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hood'/><title type='text'>HOOD, Outside Closer</title><content type='html'>HOOD, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OUTSIDE CLOSER&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-AOzsxMKBI/AAAAAAAAADI/feESUaSOoKA/s1600-h/hoodoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-AOzsxMKBI/AAAAAAAAADI/feESUaSOoKA/s320/hoodoutside.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179155852829665298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorei um pouco até baixar qualquer disco do Hood porque tinha medo de me decepcionar com a banda original do Bracken, o cantor/compositor que fez o melhor disco de 2007 pra mim (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We Know About The Need&lt;/span&gt;). Qual foi minha surpresa. Este grupo de chamber pop/indie rock de Leeds é, por assim dizer, indeciso quanto ao estilo de som que faz – e isso é um elogio enorme, nesse caso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os vários caminhos que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Outside Closer&lt;/span&gt; atravessa - guitarras indies, dedilhados de violão, sintetizadores, violinos, vocais com ecos – tem seu ponto de encontro na fundamental “Any Hopeful Thoughts Arrive”. As demais músicas do disco prestam tributo a esta, direta ou indiretamente, mesclando elementos eletrônicos com arranjos orgânicos de forma poética, às vezes romântica (é pop de câmara, refinado). Sabe tradição + modernidade? Aqui funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?43xwgjzygji"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: chamber pop / experimental indie rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-2657667961573686437?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/2657667961573686437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=2657667961573686437' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2657667961573686437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/2657667961573686437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/hood-outside-closer.html' title='HOOD, Outside Closer'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R-AOzsxMKBI/AAAAAAAAADI/feESUaSOoKA/s72-c/hoodoutside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-3208500334098824874</id><published>2008-03-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:56:12.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mellotrons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><title type='text'>MELLOTRONS, Mellotrons</title><content type='html'>MELLOTRONS, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MELLOTRONS&lt;/span&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R97MEMxMKAI/AAAAAAAAADA/qnHFsjegkZQ/s1600-h/mellotrons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R97MEMxMKAI/AAAAAAAAADA/qnHFsjegkZQ/s320/mellotrons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178800994041735170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já imaginou que delícia seria se tivéssemos festas que tocassem guitar bands de apelo pop? Certamente o quarteto recifense Mellotrons seria hit. Eles experimentam três variações do uso da guitarra nesse disco de estréia: a noisy ("Hear/Listen"), a doce ("Slow Motion") e a que fazem com mais desprendimento, a dançante ("Tongue"). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mellotrons&lt;/span&gt; é um trabalho que dialoga com este momento de ótimas bandas de shoegaze que vêm se destacando de cinco anos pra cá: Amusement Parks On Fire, Radio Dept, Asobi Seksu, Fleeting Joys, Airiel, Pellumair, A Sunny Day In Glasgow e até mesmo os sorocabanos do Wry. Cada uma das dez faixas te leva para um cenário onde a luz vermelha do fim do dia parece ser eterna. Imagino ouvir esse noise todo embalado pelo estrobo de uma pista escura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a7u9fymuiyy"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: noise pop / shoegaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-3208500334098824874?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/3208500334098824874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=3208500334098824874' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3208500334098824874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/3208500334098824874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/mellotrons-mellotrons.html' title='MELLOTRONS, Mellotrons'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R97MEMxMKAI/AAAAAAAAADA/qnHFsjegkZQ/s72-c/mellotrons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7977689060292080154</id><published>2008-03-16T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:19:08.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sintetizador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fennesz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iBook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop music'/><title type='text'>FENNESZ, Venice</title><content type='html'>FENNESZ, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R92LFMxMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pm9g_y06K0E/s1600-h/51S9T9W2JNL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R92LFMxMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pm9g_y06K0E/s320/51S9T9W2JNL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178448067989088242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine texturas e ambientações. Rios de areia ("Rivers of sand"), como diz o título da faixa que abre o sexto disco do produtor e guitarrista Christian Fennesz. Baseado em Viena, este austríaco é um dos mais elogiados compositores de música experimental - ou laptop music, como prefeir - da atualidade. Ele sobrepõe climas eletrônicos com ruídos de guitarra e eventuais vocais esparsos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Venice&lt;/span&gt;, seu sexto disco, tão aclamado quanto o quarto (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Endless Summer&lt;/span&gt;, 2001) dá uma sensação de conforto e de estranhamento, simultaneamente, como se você estivesse viajando nas águas de Veneza em um dia nublado, e de repente o sol brilhasse no céu por dois minutos com toda a intensidade possível. Fennesz canta pouco, mas quando canta, a voz acalma - é o barquinho que chegou no porto, para então partir novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos preferidos da casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zzlsl31pzvz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: experimental / ambient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7977689060292080154?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7977689060292080154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7977689060292080154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7977689060292080154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7977689060292080154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/ibook-guitarra.html' title='FENNESZ, Venice'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R92LFMxMJ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pm9g_y06K0E/s72-c/51S9T9W2JNL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7806328537033877602</id><published>2008-03-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:32:17.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guilherme Barrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Afternoon'/><title type='text'>BLUE AFTERNOON, Folxploitation</title><content type='html'>BLUE AFTERNOON, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FOLXPLOITATION&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9rUbcxMJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/hAk_zRLSLmk/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9rUbcxMJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/hAk_zRLSLmk/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684289659873250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem raros casos em que a beleza, tão evidente e tão implicitamente complexa ao mesmo tempo, machuca. Quando, através da fascinação, você mergulha numa obra de arte, tateando por todas as suas nuances, e só percebe bem mais tarde, entre o sorriso e a perdição, que está preso. A beleza que liberta do mundo e que oferece conforto e ilusão, mas que aprisiona por suas infinitas - e sutilíssimas – possibilidades. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Folxploitation&lt;/span&gt;, primeiro trabalho da quase one-man-band Blue Afternoon, do paulistano Guilherme Barrella, oferece esse percurso tentador e amedrontador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capa é uma reprodução da gravura “Bandeira Preta”, do artista carioca Oswaldo Goeldi, e o interior da caixinha do cd oferece variações sobre o mesmo tema, mantendo o preto e o branco do original. Goeldi imprimia tons escuros e meios-tons em suas xilogravuras, raramente utilizando a cor – em algumas, quando a coloração aparece, explode, satura, na tentativa de alcançar a densidade mórbida do escuro predominante.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa peculiaridade transfere-se para as 12 composições do disco. São violões, violoncelos, gaitas, silêncios e a voz grave e trêmula de Guilherme Barrella, alternando entre a manifesta melancolia e a esperança que quase já se foi. Por exemplo, o violão aparentemente ensolarado da faixa de abertura, “Ready For The Worse” está, na realidade, criando uma cama macia para a aridez da letra. Os vocais estão no meio do caminho entre o cantado e o falado. Nas primeiras audições me lembrava Aidan Moffat, do Arab Strap, inclusive pela temática de relacionamentos oblíquos abordada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada canção reflete uma criança que ficou jovem prematuramente, ou, mais possivelmente, um jovem tornado adulto muito cedo, sem tempo de deixar os arranhões psicológicos da adolescência cicatrizarem. Nós temos somente 20 anos; nós não nos sustentamos em pé sem a presença do outro; precisamos dissimular nossos medos através de remédios. Precisamos de heróis. Nossos heróis estão mortos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentar um primeiro trabalho calcado em violão-e-voz sem encaixar-se em um gênero facilmente definível é para poucos: tem folk e tem country, tem pop mais acre do que doce, e melancolia, tem violoncelos e gaitas. E tudo é lindo, e traz novíssimas possibilidades a cada audição, te puxa a cada segundo. Guilherme Barrella quer cochichar no teu ouvido e te chama mais pra perto, o acabamento das músicas faz com que você esqueça do ambiente ao seu redor – seja indo pro trabalho, seja no sofá de casa - e se perca na beleza gentil e hermética de cada acorde. Como olhos verdes, sempre hipnotizantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0vi1swwf9jz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: folk / sad songwriter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7806328537033877602?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7806328537033877602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7806328537033877602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7806328537033877602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7806328537033877602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-eyes.html' title='BLUE AFTERNOON, Folxploitation'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9rUbcxMJ-I/AAAAAAAAACs/hAk_zRLSLmk/s72-c/blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-4159194521645881041</id><published>2008-03-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:19:56.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Gallo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whisky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental jazz'/><title type='text'>VINCENT GALLO, When</title><content type='html'>VINCENT GALLO, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHEN&lt;/span&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9qQi8xMJ9I/AAAAAAAAACk/hE8_VaTlQwA/s1600-h/vincent%2Bgallo%2Bwhen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9qQi8xMJ9I/AAAAAAAAACk/hE8_VaTlQwA/s320/vincent%2Bgallo%2Bwhen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609651718203346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então era 2002 e eu chegava em casa um tanto bêbado de whisky barato de noites estranhas em festas que não me diziam nada. Colocava pra tocar Vincent Gallo e escrevia quase compulsivamente sobre solidão, sobre música, sobre amores sexo e outros. Lia Clarice Lispector e cantava &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm always sad when I'm lonely / It could be so nice / So nice / So nice&lt;/span&gt;. Vincent Gallo me salvou muitas vezes. Também fiquei fã dos filmes dele, o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buffalo 66&lt;/span&gt; (1998) com sua edicão inesperada e fotografia quase lomográfica, e depois as compulsões todas do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brown Bunny&lt;/span&gt; (2003), uma das fitas mais lindas que já vi, em que as putas de beira de estrada têm nomes de flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Gallo me mostrou o que é música minimalista, me fez ir atrás de jazz e viajar até o Rio num Tim Festival só pra vê-lo. Não tinha mais que cem pessoas naquele show e a chatice do som dos Strokes vazava pro palco onde O HOMEM tocava. Gallo estava ali, na minha frente, com a mesma intimidade com que dividíamos o whisky, as cigarrilhas e a solidão. Os anos contaram os dias no calendário e a solidão se transformou, mas &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; continua inigualável e intocável. Só ele consegue entregar ao ouvinte um coração por faixa. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laura / Come back&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hmzgbqnsnwj"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: minimalist / experimental jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-4159194521645881041?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/4159194521645881041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=4159194521645881041' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4159194521645881041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/4159194521645881041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/intimidade.html' title='VINCENT GALLO, When'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9qQi8xMJ9I/AAAAAAAAACk/hE8_VaTlQwA/s72-c/vincent%2Bgallo%2Bwhen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-190617613993343</id><published>2008-03-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:20:22.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak-folk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neutral Milk Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuzz-folk'/><title type='text'>NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL, In The Aeroplane Over The Sea</title><content type='html'>NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IN THE AEROPLANE OVER THE SEA&lt;/span&gt; (1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9nQe8xMJ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/n4I4NJ6sm2U/s1600-h/725f024128a06c961acf5010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9nQe8xMJ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/n4I4NJ6sm2U/s320/725f024128a06c961acf5010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177398476766193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história todo mundo sabe. Era uma vez um grupo de amigos com bandas lo-fi de estéticas relativamente parecidas, em que um tocava na banda do outro - e todos estavam sob a mesma casa, a gravadora Elephant Six. The Apples In Stereo, Of Montreal, Olivia Tremor Control, Essex Green eram alguns dos nomes. O mais louco - ou mais pé no chão?, vai saber - dessa galera, Jeff Mangum criou o Neutral Milk Hotel e fez um disco aclamado por crítica &amp; público &amp; influenciou muita gente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In The Aeroplane Over The Sea&lt;/span&gt; é daqueles álbuns que só fazem sentido se ouvidos de ponta a ponta. Mangum canta as letras como se falasse com um amigo, acompanhado de um instrumental fuzz-folk às vezes caótico e saturado, às vezes ameno. Sua voz anasalada enumera contos de amor, morte e surrealismo. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And one day we will die / and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea / but for now we are young / let us lay in the sun / and count every beautiful thing we can see&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2008 faz dez anos que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In The Aeroplane Over The Sea&lt;/span&gt; parou o mundo. Ouvir este trabalho em perspectiva mostra que toda a cena de freak-folk dos anos 2000 (Coco Rosie e seus amigos Devendra Banhart e Vetiver, Animal Collective, Akron/Family, Panda Bear) coloca Mangum no mesmo altar de Bob Dylan e Vashti Bunyan, caracterizando-o como o trovador moderno por excelência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?icfhy3f3xcz"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: freak-folk / lo-fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-190617613993343?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/190617613993343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=190617613993343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/190617613993343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/190617613993343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-our-ashes-will-fly-from-aeroplane.html' title='NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL, In The Aeroplane Over The Sea'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9nQe8xMJ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/n4I4NJ6sm2U/s72-c/725f024128a06c961acf5010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-7412444288984499784</id><published>2008-03-11T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:20:40.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kassin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artificial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8-bit'/><title type='text'>ARTIFICIAL, Free U.S.A.</title><content type='html'>ARTIFICIAL, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FREE U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9aQ4MxMJ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZKCzzYc7kXo/s1600-h/freeusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9aQ4MxMJ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZKCzzYc7kXo/s320/freeusa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176484116883580850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem um Game Boy acoplado a um cartucho que torna o videogame portátil um  sintetizador rudimentar, pronto para receber programações e criar música. Agora, imaginem o top produtor de música brasileira Alexandre Kassin comandando o Game Boy. O resultado dessa curiosa síntese se chama Artificial, projeto de música eletrônica experimental de Kassin em parceria com seu escudeiro Berna Ceppas - o grupo se apresentou no último Nokia Trends, em novembro de 2007, anos depois de ter tocado no Sónar espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Artificial surgiu de modo prosaico. Em viagem ao Japão para acompanhar o nascimento de sua filha, o único instrumento que o produtor carioca tinha nas mãos era o seu fiel Game Boy. Inicialmente uma idéia dedicada ao puro barulho, Kassin mudou o eixo do terrorismo sonoro ao optar por um caminho pop, dançante e debochado, que resultou em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Free U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt; (2005), o disco de estréia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantado em inglês tosco, tem versos precários tipo "I feel like making love" e até mesmo uma conversa telefônica com Prince (falsa, claro), na faixa "Orange". O Artificial tem base na estética da música 8-bit, a mesma que o Crystal Castles tem se aproveitado para bombar seu myspace, atualmente: composições que se utilizam da estética dos primórdios dos games eletrônicos, como &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pong&lt;/span&gt;. O bacana é que Kassin e Ceppas tornam esse espírito proto-digital mais rico ao se apropriarem de elementos do electro, do synth pop e da idm, além de muita, muita ironia. Soa artificial, "do Paraguai", e isso é um elogio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 32 anos, Alexandre Kassin é um multi-homem da música brasileira. Já colaborou em projetos de Los Hermanos, Lenine, Caetano Veloso, Marisa Monte, Fernanda Abreu, Bebel Gilberto, Adriana Calcanhoto, Orquestra Imperial e Jards Macalé. Também faz remixes e é músico: junto com Moreno Veloso e Domenico Lancelotti, mantém o projeto + 2, com quem já lançou os álbuns "Máquina de Escrever Música,  "Sincerely Hot" e "Futurismo". Ao lado do também produtor Berna Ceppas comanda o estúdio Monoaural, que produz discos e trilhas para cinema, televisão e publicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?t5lt1t1nooa"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: 8-bit / idm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-7412444288984499784?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/7412444288984499784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=7412444288984499784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7412444288984499784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/7412444288984499784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/artificial-free-u.html' title='ARTIFICIAL, Free U.S.A.'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9aQ4MxMJ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZKCzzYc7kXo/s72-c/freeusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-5139563296498303667</id><published>2008-03-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:20:59.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall of sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Bloody Valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise pop'/><title type='text'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Loveless</title><content type='html'>MY BLOODY VALENTINE, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LOVELESS&lt;/span&gt; (1991)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Xez8xMJ6I/AAAAAAAAACM/f-xWs-bQQL4/s1600-h/mbv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Xez8xMJ6I/AAAAAAAAACM/f-xWs-bQQL4/s320/mbv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176288330799392674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida se divide em antes e depois de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Loveless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ssb9lnbjzbh"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: shoegaze / noise pop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-5139563296498303667?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/5139563296498303667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=5139563296498303667' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5139563296498303667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/5139563296498303667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/noisy.html' title='MY BLOODY VALENTINE, Loveless'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Xez8xMJ6I/AAAAAAAAACM/f-xWs-bQQL4/s72-c/mbv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1881298451990445597</id><published>2008-03-10T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:21:21.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dannish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamarca'/><title type='text'>MEW, Frengers</title><content type='html'>MEW, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FRENGERS&lt;/span&gt; (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9WmHsxMJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1qmfq7p9HnM/s1600-h/mew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9WmHsxMJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1qmfq7p9HnM/s320/mew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176225997939025794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passeando por Curitiba no Pop Festival de 2004 e conversando sobre música, Luciano Vianna - editor do site pop London Burning – comentou comigo que a melhor banda que ele tinha ouvido naquela época vinha da Dinamarca e se chamava Mew. Poucos dias depois meus fones já tocavam repetidamente &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frengers&lt;/span&gt;, terceiro disco da carreira (primeiro por uma grande gravadora) do grupo cujo nome é a onomatopéia para um miado de gato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Frengers&lt;/span&gt; é a junção de duas palavras: friends + strangers. As dez faixas, oscilando entre o lirismo gélido de um Sigur Rós e o wall of sound (sim, adoro toda e qualquer banda com paredes de guitarras) de um My Bloody Valentine, apostam nesta dualidade de qualquer relação: o encantamento do encontro, o estranhamento desse mesmo encontro, dado que o outro nunca se mostra por inteiro. Os destaques vão para a faixa de abertura, “Am I Wry? No”, e para o épico de dez minutos que fecha o álbum, a irretocável “Comforting Sounds”. Prestem atenção também nos vocais ingênuos, tipo uma criança que canta nos seus sonhos, de “Symmetry” e “She Came Home For Christmas”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em entrevista à revista Rock Sound de janeiro de 2004, o guitarrista Bo Madsen mandou, sem falsa modéstia: “Se você ouvir o nosso álbum, vai ouvi-lo por uma centena de vezes, não apenas dez. É, definitivamente, um disco que vai viver com você por um tempo e vai se tornar parte da sua vida. Isso é o que importa.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xcyin1wbgsa"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: dream pop / dannish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1881298451990445597?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1881298451990445597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1881298451990445597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1881298451990445597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1881298451990445597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/abrace-o-estranho.html' title='MEW, Frengers'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9WmHsxMJ4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/1qmfq7p9HnM/s72-c/mew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1741822692561516455</id><published>2008-03-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:21:49.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romulo Fróes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadcore'/><title type='text'>ROMULO FRÓES, Calado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ROMULO FRÓES, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CALADO&lt;/span&gt;" (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Sa68xMJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p4KG2g3nij8/s1600-h/capa_calado_romulo+froes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Sa68xMJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p4KG2g3nij8/s320/capa_calado_romulo+froes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175932209291077490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o sambista paulistano Romulo Fróes que me apresentou o samba - na verdade só descobri muito mais tarde que samba é uma base rítmica alegre somada a letras muito tristes, como já ensinou Noel Rosa… &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt; é o primeiro disco cheio de Fróes, assistente e parceiro profissional do artista plástico Nuno Ramos, com quem também compõe. São quinze canções minimalistas (voz, violão e percussão, basicamente), entre composições próprias, parcerias e releituras de Ataulfo Alves e outros sambistas de peso.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profundmente melancólico e solitário, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt; coloca lado-a-lado a cuíca com a atmosfera triste de bandas como Low e Múm. Sempre me pergunto qual faixa é mais tocante: “Dentro do Peito” (dentro do peito / dentro dos olhos da cara / do lado esquerdo ao direito /meu corpo se atrapalha /é tua voz que eu ouço agora /é tua mão que bate à porta /veio me ver pela última vez) ou a releitura de “Com Fita Amarela”, do próprio Noel Rosa, que aqui aparece junto com “Cadência do Samba”, numa versão anti-salão-de-baile, um contraponto à original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor deste disco mexeu tanto comigo que tenho até a gravação de uma apresentação de Fróes em Porto Alegre, em junho de 2004, numa pequena sala para não mais de vinte pessoas, no Santander Cultural. (Vou postar esse bootleg já, já.) Na ocasião, Fróes apresentou o disco utilizando exclusivamente voz e violão, e cantou algumas faixas acompanhado de uma amiga que tem uma voz belíssima, o que me fez voltar a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt;. Anos depois, quando terminei um casamento, meu primeiro conselheiro foi, novamente, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Calado&lt;/span&gt;… um disco pertencente ao silêncio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1zybmxpt0hn"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: samba / sadcore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1741822692561516455?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1741822692561516455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1741822692561516455' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1741822692561516455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1741822692561516455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-deixa-calado-com-minha-dor.html' title='ROMULO FRÓES, Calado'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9Sa68xMJ3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/p4KG2g3nij8/s72-c/capa_calado_romulo+froes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2612449264449378052.post-1439376655838667443</id><published>2008-03-09T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:22:19.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall of sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambulance LTD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoegaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country-rock'/><title type='text'>AMBULANCE LTD, Lp</title><content type='html'>AMBULANCE LTD, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LP&lt;/span&gt; (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9RKicxMJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/G_Hj4-f7MHM/s1600-h/218WJKWXEKL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9RKicxMJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/G_Hj4-f7MHM/s320/218WJKWXEKL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175843827454060386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ambulance LTD emula a cena britânica de shoegaze do fim dos 80 e início dos 90. Verdade, mas parcialmente verdade. Na sua estréia, o quinteto de Nova Iorque não traz apenas ecos de Chapterhouse, guitarras à Ride (“Heavy Lifting”) e uma atmosfera poético-distorcida à My Bloody Valentine. Se assim fosse, soaria datado demais. Estes meninos misturam o espírito indie rock ao country, ao new new york sound, à despretensão e a assobiáveis melodias pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LP&lt;/span&gt; começa de forma ousada, na instrumental “Yoga Means Union”, cai na dançante “Primitive (The Way I Treat You)”, passa para o country-rock em “Anecdote” e chega no wall of sound de “Heavy Lifting” – certamente uma das mais inspiradas seqüências de faixas iniciais de disco dos anos 00. E o vocalista Marcus Congleton canta com uma segurança surpreendente para um primeiro trabalho: lembra Elefant em alguns momentos, Walkmen em outros e até Clinic. Você entendeu, né? O grande prazer deste álbum é brincar de achar referencias às últimas duas décadas de rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5myu1j1ljwm"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estilo: alternative-country-rock / guitar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2612449264449378052-1439376655838667443?l=musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/feeds/1439376655838667443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2612449264449378052&amp;postID=1439376655838667443' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1439376655838667443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2612449264449378052/posts/default/1439376655838667443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicadecabeceira.blogspot.com/2008/03/ambulance-ltd-lp-2004.html' title='AMBULANCE LTD, Lp'/><author><name>G.H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07355735879300396340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gs9GWyLiZxU/R9RKicxMJ2I/AAAAAAAAABo/G_Hj4-f7MHM/s72-c/218WJKWXEKL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
