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By: Gambler's Story
SNOWGLOBE - "Oxytocin"
2007-03-12 19:23:00 Snowglobe no es otra banda indie con dos discos y mucha ambición. Sino un excelente grupo nacido en Memphis y crecido en Athens cuya psicodelia está refrescando la senda neoclásica que en su día abrieron discos emblemáticos del pop barroco como "Forever Changes" y "Pet Sounds". Tim Regan y Brad Postlehwaite demuestran que hay otra forma de entender el pop siendo un adulto y sin caer en el tedio gracias a una compacta instrumentación que adereza melodías y estribillos pegadizos con gran sutileza e ingenio. Lejos de caer en barroquismos y extravagancias de otras bandas que mezclan psicodelia con country y rock, los de Memphis utilizan como pocos guitarras de la vieja escuela con melodías acústicas que no pretenden caer en la sensiblería barata. Las cuidadas voces a capella y sus letras repletas de metáforas les sitúan realmente lejos de otros coetáneos y seguidores de la psicodelia pop. powered by ODEO
Oxytocin
2006-08-06 19:09:01 A science fiction short story by David Tarleton Wearing a pink shawl, Grandma Mavis approaches the bus stop bench. She walks with the aid of an Autowalker, a kind of exoskeleton on her legs. ?Ooooh, my aching self,? says the old lady as she pushes the buttons that sit her down on the bench. Ker-thunk. Ker-thunk. The bus is running late. A nondescript man approaches, and sits down on the bench next to her. He pulls out a little spritzer, and sprays the old lady in the face. ?Ooooh!? she yelps with some effort. ?I?m sorry, ma?am,? says the man, leaning in to her. ?It was just an accident. My hand slipped.? ?You sprayed me!? ?Look at me. Listen to me. I?m your son, did you forget?? ?Oh? Sam. It is you. But you died.? ?No, Mom. Listen to me. I really need you to give me all your money. I?m in trouble and I won?t be able to get out of it unless you give me your wallet, Mom.? ?Of course. Sam. I was so worried.? With shaking hand, she hands him her purse. ... |
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