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Hello motorcyclists (Mr ... lucky you ... you have a bike at home !!!!!!).
Christmas is coming, how about Tuesday, December 21 if we exchange greetings? Might be an idea to see us somewhere for dinner unpretentious!
Let me know as soon as possible, we Dec. 7 by the day, so book in advance!
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The Secret

Solve et Coagula

(Southern Lord)

Here is the secret. One of many, it must be said, that lie in our midst. But here we are talking about one of those secrets finally revealed in all its dark beauty. I did not want to believe it myself. But it's all true. The most hardcore and metal that there is now in circulation comes from Trieste. And do not tell you. He says Kurt Ballou of Covergirl on Stardoll them has recorded at Studio Godcity Salem, incidentally, last April. It came off an album and a mass of hot metal and turbid as if they rarely hear about. Determination, pride, violence, darkness, slaughter without compromise, into a single body of hate catharsis and did the usual basic elements: guitar, drums, bass and a voice that spews bitterness over the world. At times it seems to perceive the dark suspension of Sunn 0))) but then the registry changes, even if the feedback and lashes remain, and it all starts in the fourth speed hardcore / grind / crust, tinged with black metal explosion primordial, but in total absence of melody or commercial appeal. A wall of sound made of tar and blood, a cascade of bones rather than forests, caves, or fantasy settings, exudes the discomfort of a city, a country, a nation lost in disgust. If the Salem can be perceived hopes, though no drugs of and heartache, here there is only the absence of color and light, there is the tar saving something that would make you a gastric lavage and make you forget everything for a moment, in a healthy way, when taken in doses subsidiaries. Otherwise you risk a spiral of infinite black hole. Since 2003, through "Light" and "Disintoxication" and several line up changes, the path of these guys give birth without compromise "Solve et Coagula", which looks very well: Kurt production, the Southern Lord label as 's certificates of estimated days. The The Secret are ready to conquer the world and give luster to the whole rotten hatch inside, with clarity just who can say without shame that he chose the right path, head up, fuck the mode or modes. "Solve et Coagula" is the extreme you have to listen hard, its compactness and integrity are beyond the fences of genres: the impact and determination in here are a universal language that anyone can only bow.

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King Night

(Iamsound)

There crumpled hearts to each other with violent sweetness. There is saturated with soft and colorful things that glow in the dark. Inside a car. In the rain. Thinking of you that I've moved away. It is enough for me your eyes I only seem to explode inside. As a witch who has his eyes light up the night. And the smile that I open the bowels. These three know how uncomfortable mix and stir many emotions properly. Perhaps unconsciously evoke moods and melodies that make you rise above, as thick smoke caliggine glitter or fluorescent. Making you forget to remember. Beat fat and supersaturated, synthetic and manipulated voices that breathe helium bag and drop in tone, echoing in his head. Synth you chew each other, overcoming the limits of decibels, then you will have to pass further. Frequency stunning sweet and tender. Tears of radioactive drugs synthesized know evil, but to have to oblivion. I missed you so much and I've found here, dissolving into bitter molasses of these fragments bowel buttons. True as ever, clear in the opacity of fiberglass that covers the entire freezing gaze with his heat. As the amber fossil makes eternal life by making it to the look, beauty, pure and translucent. Suspended. Suspended as the lives of John, Heather and Jack, revived by elapsed between crack, marchettaggio boredom and atavistic by a sound and an unconscious mission, aided this time by someone like Dave Sardy that the noise applied to emotions has pride of his profession as a manipulator of sounds. Under his leadership the saturation that have managed to make his Barkmarket unforgettable heroes of the nineties some noise, the rhythm of the sidechain and potentiometers points maximum, Salem transform into a car and very acid unthinkable a few years ago. Something monstrous and ill that combines the frequencies of lysergic shoegaze of My Bloody Valentine in echo with the indolence of some dubstep or some dub. In here there is all the crises of recent years in transfigured escape no way out. Break from the whole infinite. Doped sweet despair. Everyone wants to try, but only few know that through with the vision and the ability to describe it. Saying I love you today is equivalent to cross the hell of Salem, with all the scars and wounds irrimarginabili appropriate. "It is sweet to shipwreck in this sea ..." said someone.