En fait... on avait pas de rubrique musique...

Time Magazine :

How long have we been waiting for Guns N' Roses' Chinese Democracy?
After a decade passed without sight or sound of the thing, music fans
started cracking the obvious joke: the Chinese will have democracy
before record stores get Chinese Democracy.
That joke is itself now an antique — record stores! — but we finally
have an answer. On Nov. 23, Guns N' Roses will release its fifth album
of original material, 17 years after its last. Put another way, Miley
Cyrus will soon get to hear the first new Guns N' Roses record of her
lifetime. (Listen to Chinese Democracy)



So what's the band been doing? Breaking up mostly. The current
lineup has just one original member, Axl Rose. The rest, including
guitar savant Slash, departed years ago, presumably too intrigued by
the Internet and other human advances to stay locked up in a recording
studio with their famously controlling singer. Rose, once as blond and
lithe as a stalk of wheat, has suffered the pudgification of middle age
and burned through a reported $14 million in production costs, making Chinese Democracy
the most expensive record in history. But given the cruelty with which
pop culture devours its celebrity eccentrics, he's had a pretty easy
ride. A surprising number of people actually want to hear this record,
and for that, you can credit curiosity — What does $14 million sound
like? — and the power of rock stardom. In his prime, Rose may have been
an angry, misogynistic homophobe — the proto-Eminem — but he was also a
riveting physical and vocal presence. And real rock stars remain scarce
enough that they tend to get the benefit of even extreme doubt. (See the 100 best albums of all time.) What's clear within the first moments of Chinese Democracy
is that Rose still has his snarl. His voice always was a power tool
with endless precision settings, and on "Better" he opens by
speak-singing in a tender falsetto before the guitars kick in and he
sandblasts away at the melody. What Rose has to say — "A twist of fate,
the change of heart kills my infatuation" etc. — is a bland list of
romantic gripes that fail to diminish the song's impact one bit because
it's how Rose sings that matters. Repeating the word better in the
bridge, he spits the b's and drags his vocal cords across the r's
until, out of meaninglessness, his meaning is unmistakable. Whether the
anger is authentic is impossible to know, but it certainly is
compelling. Throughout, Rose sounds as strong as ever and maybe
even more flexible. On the "November Rain"-ish ballad "Street of
Dreams," he emotes with a previously unheard Elton John — like pop
softness, and "There Was a Time" has him scampering flawlessly up the
vocal ladder from low growls to meticulous high notes. Most of the
tracks clock in at about five minutes, with solid melodies and abundant
pace and instrument changes. Choirs show up sometimes, as do a
mellotron and a Spanish guitar. It's almost enough to keep things
interesting. Almost. Noting that Chinese Democracy is a tad overproduced is like pointing out that The Dark Knight
is a little gloomy. It doesn't require a lot of critical expertise. But
nearly every arrangement has been manipulated and fussed with until the
music feels encased in Lucite. Appetite for Destruction,
Guns N' Roses' 1987 debut, had a brutish confidence — it sounded like
five sharpened instruments and lots of open space. That Guns N' Roses
was a band; this incarnation is a whole zip code. On some tracks, Rose
has five guitarists soloing and jamming to fill every cranny, but the
result isn't chaos so much as needlepoint. "Madagascar" has a string
section, horns, samples of the "I have a dream" speech and dialogue
from Cool Hand Luke, but everything is so dully controlled that it might as well have been programmed on a synthesizer. That
means the burden of surprise rests solely on Rose's voice. Perhaps
that's how he wanted it, but even his quaver isn't good enough to carry
a 71-min. album that was 17 years in the making. "If I thought that I
was crazy/ Well I guess I'd have more fun," Rose sings in "The Catcher
in the Rye," and he may be on to something. Chinese Democracy is as obsessive as you'd expect, but it's not nearly crazy enough.

Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realised what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there are winding
And all the lights that Iight the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
Your gonna be the one that saves me
Your gonna be the one that saves me





Quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
Sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
Mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
Toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber
J'habiterai une quelconque Belgique
Oui m'insultera tout autant que maintenant
Quand je lui chanterai Vive la République
Vivent les Belgiens merde pour les Flamingants

Je serai fui comme un vieil hôpital
Par tous les ventres de haute société
Je boirai donc seul ma pension de cigale
Il faut bien être lorsque l'on a été
Je ne serai reçu que par les chats du quartier
A leur festin pour qu'ils ne soient pas treize
Mais j'y chanterai sur une simple chaise
J'y chanterai après le rat crevé
Messieurs dans le lit de la Marquise
C'était moi les quatre-vingt chasseurs...

Quand viendra l'heure imbécile et fatale
Où il paraît que quelqu'un nous appelle
J'insulterai le flic sacerdotal
Penché vers moi comme un larbin du ciel
Et je mourirai cerné de rigolos
En me disant qu'il était chouette Voltaire
Et que si y en a des qu'ont une plume au chapeau
Y en a des qui ont une plume dans le derrière

Quand je serai vieux je serai insupportable
Sauf pour mon lit et mon maigre passé
Mon chien sera mort ma barbe sera minable
Toutes mes morues m'auront laissé tomber

http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=W0SzPITWhFw

C'est un groupe de rap avec violon guitare basse batterie, plutôt sympa... leur dernier album est sur deezer...

Ma foi oui, ça s'écoute plus que bien !!

(Ceux qui sont allergiques au rap, n'ayez pas peur... Même si on dirait la voix d'Eminem, c'est loin de ce qu'on peut imaginer !!!)

J'approuve, et puis j'aime bien la vidéo.....no handlebars!

Nom du groupe? de l'album?

Fight with Tools de Flobots.

La chanson (#10 Anne Braden) :
http://www.deezer.com/#music/album/109284

Les paroles :
What I've realized since is that it's a very painful process but it is not destructive.
It's the world deliberation. And what really happened in the sixties was that this country
took just the first step toward admitting that it had been wrong on race, and creativity
burst out in all directions.


From the color of the faces in Sunday songs
To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
Once upon a time in this country, long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said "yellow, red, black, and white
Every one precious in the path of Christ"
But what about the daughter
Of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singin' about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the question?
Left lasting impressions
Adolescent's comfort's gone
She never thought things would ever change,
But she always knew there was something wrong.


Always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.


Years later, she found herself
Mississippi bound to help
Stop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willy McGee.
But they couldn't stop it,
So they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what'd happened
And say, "We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men."
But the cops wouldn't let 'em past
And these women, they struck 'em as uppity
So they hauled 'em all off to jail
And they called in protective custody.
Then from her cell
She heard her jailers
Grumblin' about "outsiders".
When she called 'em out
And said she was from the south, they shouted,
"Why is a nice, Southern lady makin' trouble
For the governor?"
She said, "I guess I'm not your type of lady,
And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner,
But before you call me traitor,
Well it's plain as just to say (?)
I was a child in Mississippi
but I'm ashamed of it today."


She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.

([spoken] And, all of a sudden, I realized I was on the other side)


Imagine the world that you're standing within
All of your neighbors, they're family-friends.
How would you cope facing the fact
The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?
She faced this every day.
People she saw on a regular basis;
People she loved, in several cases;
People she knew were incredibly racist.
It was painful, but she never stopped loving them,
Never stopped callin' their names
And she never stopped being a Southern woman
And she never stopped fighting for change.
And she saw that her struggle was
in the tradition of ancestors never aware of her (?)
It continues today:
The soul of a Southerner
born of the other America.


She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.
She always knew there was somethin' wrong.


[spoken]

What you win in the immediate battles is little compared to the effort you put into it
but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what
could be. You do have a choice. You don't have to be a part of the
world of the lynchers. You can join the other America. There is another America!


La dame en question :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Braden

Aaron - Lili

Lili,take another walk out of your fake world

Please put all the drugs out of your hand

You'll see that you can breathe without no back up

So much stuff you've got to understand


For every step in any walk

Any town of any thought

I'll be your guide


For every street of any scene

Any place you've never been

I'll be your guide


Lili,you know there's still a place for people like us

The same blood runs in every hand

You see it's not the wings that make the angel

Just have to move the bats out of your head


For every step in any walk

Any town of any thought

I'll be your guide


For every street of any scene

Any place you've never been

I'll be your guide


Lili,easy as a kiss we'll find an answer

Put all your fears back in the shade

Don't become a ghost without no colour

Cause you're the best paint life ever made


For every step in any walk

Any town of any thought

I'll be your guide


For every street of any scene

Any place you've never been

I'll be your guide

Hier ma coturne est rentrée dans la chambre et a entendu :
"Ne jetez pas la pierre à la femme adultère...
Je suis derrière!"

[Alors de qui?]

Brassens.


(ça t'en bouche un coin, hein!)

Oren Lavie

Ambiance feutrée, jazzy, une voix grave et harmonieuse, un univers envoutant.

Ca fait très prépa-centré, mais c'est idéal pour bosser ^^

BTW, je pense qu'il serait censé de faire un sujet pour les lyrics et un sujet pour les découvertes musicales, afin que ces derniers ne soient pas noyés (j'ai pas utilisé floodés !) par ces premiers. Ne serait-ce pas judicieux ?

Le clip qui est magnifique. (De la chanson sus-dite)
Et toutes les quotes de Math en direct sur ce site.

Yabon yabon: Charlie Winston

Flok jazzie (encore me direz vous), voire funkie par moment. Tres sympa.

http://www.deezer.com/#music/album/16485

A écouter aussi : leur version de "Stairway to Heaven"

Us & Them.
Peut-être pas de rapport, connaissant Pink Floyd, je ne serais pas étonnée du contraire.
Un très bon libre, très accessible en français. Richard Hoggart est l'un des premier sociologue à s'interroger sur une réception, et non une systématique assimilation, des cultures par les classes défavorisés, et plus généralement il est le premier à les réhabiliter du point de vue sociologique.

Depuis que j'ai expérimenté les emprunts à l'aveugle l'année dernière, je m'intéresse au rock tant planant que distordu et/ou déstructuré...
Et Berlendis ne m'as pas encouragé à m'en désintéresser! Voici donc une liste non exhaustive de groupes qui expérimentent les sons, font souffrir leurs guitares et nos oreilles et qui aiment la transe à faire pâlir un chaman des siècles derniers... Edit: dans la liste, tout ne correspond pas forcément à cette description accrocheuse (ou pas), hein, m'en voulez pas...

Les cultes:
-sonic youth
-Joy division

Les nouveaux cultes:
-Mogwai
-Foals

Et d'autres:

-The black angel
-Godspeed !you black emperor
-a silver mt. Zion
-a place to bury strangers
-omega massif
-65daysofstatic
-Estel

Moins expérimental, mais très planant:
-Anathema (derniers albums, avant c'est du doom métal... demandez pas je connais pas...)
-Girls in Hawaï
-Mellow Drops

En plus violent:

-Cult of Luna (T'aimes, T'aimes pas, mais tu regardes les clips... )
-Fantômas (plus expérimental tu meurs...)

En électro:

-Ez3kiel (dernier album: Battlefield, avant c'est du dub)
-High Tone
-Cosmos70


J'espère en découvrir de nombreux autres... mais comment dire là tout de suite ben ... je suis en prépa, quoi...


Certains sont disponibles sur Deezer, pour les autres vous pouvez demander à Rox qui doit les avoir, sinon ben faudra attendre que votre humble serviteur daigne redescendre de son pôle de France.

Ps: avant que Roxane croit une nouvelle fois ne m'en avoir jamais parlé ou ne m'assassine pour les avoir oublié, vous pouvez jetez une oreille aux deux trois morceaux de This Will Destroy You qui traînent sur Deezer.

'Tain mais c'est ignoble de ne pas accorder ces pauvres petits sujets à leurs verbes à ce point là ! La MPSI aura ta peau, sale scientifique de mer** !!!


Hum. Pardon.

Les cultes:
-sonic youth (Beurk !!! Vous z'aimerez pas d'abord !)
-Joy division (Oh oui oui oui oui oui !!)

Les nouveaux cultes:
-Mogwai (A ECOUTER AVANT TOUTE CHOSE !!)
-Foals

Et d'autres:

-omega massif (C'est allemand et c'est très bien!)
-65daysofstatic (C'est grandiose)
-Estel (ça fait peur... Mais c'est irlandais)

Moins expérimental, mais très planant:

-Mellow Drops (ça aussi c'est irlandais)

En plus violent:

-Cult of Luna (T'aimes, T'aimes pas, mais tu regardes les clips... )
-Fantômas (plus expérimental tu meurs...) (Hihi ! Alex s'en souvient peut-être... Je lui avais fait écouter !)
ET VIVE BRAINDAMAGE !! ET FISCHERSPOONER.

Puisque Madame parle de fischerspooner, groupe électro qui n'a pas grand chose à voir avec la liste précédente, voici quelques autres groupes électro sympa:

-Mr Oizo
-Nosfell (qui aurait pu aller dans la liste ci dessus)
-The Chemical brothers (mythique de chez mythique, quasiment aussi connu que les Daft dont je ne vous ferai pas l'affront de vous les présenter)

Et deux phénomènes du moment que je n'ai pas encore eu le temps d'écouter: MGMT pour l'international et Birdy nam nam pour les bien de chez nous!

Joy Division: oui oui oui! Un film est sorti sur ce groupe. Il passait la semaine dernière, il faudrait voir s'il est encore au programme.
Pour Sonic Youth, je me dois de demander le cd à Lucie (qui fait ma culture musicale en prépa) qui m'en parle depuis un moment. Le truc c'est que je ne peux pas tout ingurgiter d'un coup; mais promis, à la rentrée je m'y mets.
Confirmation peut-être inutile dans un style bien différent mais quand même pour ceux qui en doutait: The Velvet Underground (et par extension Lou Reed), c'est du lourd.
Je découvre, je découvre et je vous dis Iggy Pop si vous avez le temps.
Si vous êtes en manque de musique yiddish/ashkenaze, écoutez Les yeux Noirs.
Jetez un oeil à The Heavy aussi, vous verrez bien ce que vous en pensez.

C'est en vrac je m'en excuse, mais j'ai fait tomber mon classeur et je n'avais pas mis d'intercalaires.

Dans la rubrique éléctro, j'en ai oublié deux des meilleurs:

Celui que je n'ai jamais pu réécouter depuis la trans' de leur concert: Watcha clan

Celui que je suis en train d 'écouter, et qui arrache tout de chez tout... SHAKA PONK

A propos de Berlanlan, on veut le voir, on t'attend?

Ben je dirais pas non, mais j'ai cru comprendre que vous y alliez ce soir... Ce qui n'empêche d'aller le revoir dans mes deux semaines de comeback...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nQhfFBLZb4


(et puis c'est mieux que les wonder girls !)


Je ne comprend qu'une phrase : l'horloge indique minuit et demi.

Parce que plus personne n'écrit,
Parce qu'elle est toujours aussi belle,
Parce que j'avais envie pardi!

Pour toi, amour.