È con immenso godimento, gusto e
libidine che vi presentiamo le nuove uscite dell’etichetta indipendente Have you said midi?.
Genio musicale, titoli demenziali, un
branco di jazzisti lasciati a fare la fame in Africa, blues primitivista e
freak, irruenza strumentale e vocale.
Sfide al senso comune del pudore, caricatura
della musica di consumo, poco importa…La grinta esecutiva proposta in questi
dischi vi turberà fino a portarvi a cambiare i vostri stili e “portamenti” perbenisti
un po’ troppo abusati. Oppure chiuderete tutto e continuerete ad ascoltare le
vostre imitazioni musicali.
Cazzi vostri.
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HysM?o74 - Makhno/Have you Said Makhno?
- (virtual 45 rpm split)
genre: tribute
freedownload, 2 tracks, 8 min.
Download it here for free:
www.archive.org/details/01MakhnoNevadagaz_201304
“After the critically acclaimed album of pure post-punk, Silo Thinking, Makhno returns, with the help of HysM?Duo, to gift us a deepening on the
topic, and revealing some of the roots of his sound. This virtual 7“ is in fact
a virtual tribute to Gaznevada and The Pop Group”.
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HysM?o75 - The Big Drum In The Sky
Religion - The Trout Mask Of God Replica/Ārya Soundtrack
genre: experimental
cdr, 1 tracks, 80 min. [limited 60
copies]
“What could you find inside this cdr? The title, of course, puns on: Joseph Campbell's
the masks of god, Captain Beefheart's trout mask replica and chrome's
halfmachine lip moves/alien soundtracks. That are the inspirarions. But it is not
just that. Imagine all these roots mixed in the perfect and sacred BDSR's style
and sound. Just awesome”.
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HysM?o76 - Maybe I'm Bokassà –
Paraponziponzipò
genre: african-blues-psychedelia
one sided yellow 12", 6 tracks, 18 min.
“Screaming “Paraponziponzipò”, Bokassà are back. This time they are
involved in a 10 hands (plus 4 borrowed) album with Maybe I'm. If
their first album was all about African cannibalism, this time it's all about
tribal wars. The recording, in the italian Africa of Serradarce (the town where
Saint Alberto Gonnella used to talk through the body of his auntie), gave rise
to consequences that destroyed such a super-big-band. A lot of broken bones, ready to be nibbled, and a vinyl, yellow like a
canary full of pee, that will make even the most fetish lovers of
rural-blues-afro-jazz happy”.