I think one of the first affiliation chosen by a person in training (do not count those imposed or inherited) taste is determined by a type of music or music in general.
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born in the early eighties we have an advantage over our immediate past and future generations: too young to be hanging from the 70's and 80's and sufficiently "old" to host the "Today" with avidity without going into the memories or sentimentality. We are constantly step. Mild and beautiful. (Haha)
What happened to the music?, Where's the old spirit of rock?.
gentlemen is intact, and the music is better than ever.
The thirty-year period since the late 60's to 90's for many is the golden age of music, a golden age where their past players move slowly in this pantheon of immortals (just ask Cerati ) staying there with his outbursts and pulse as a reference, just a click away, a few minutes of access.
Everything repeats, and here, a continent away, things came to us later. At school I remember looking in a mirror hidden images on the cover (by Marilyn Manson and their Antichrist Superstar) and intrigued me with the rumors of satanic messages in rock (through the afternoon show on MTV where they touched the subject.) Wow that was exciting.
Today that backmasking mysticism has been lost for more aesthetic appeal, sound paraphernalia, and very well.
recently gave the album "Pullhair Rubey" Avey Tare Kria Brekkan with his wife, he famous for being part of the band Animal Collective alternativísima and her for being the voice (Icelandic should be emphasized, with all its implications) in the first records of Múm. As an entry point to this "work" quite right. Crazy people and cool experience.
Pullhair Rubey is a disc upside down, or is a set of songs, which after being composed, performed and recorded were consciously invested and no more and put on the market (Paw Tracks hold this is his trip )
So if reflected upon the record and brought to market, the decision of its creators was that, because this is a noisy disc, where little by little you engage the rarefied atmosphere of a spatial nature, in which the voices become layers of sound in the middle of a strange universe, but that does not let you go. Abstract environment. Not for any time, to let it go and now. Gradually establish the connection.
8TRACK Recorded in a home with a guitar, a piano and their voices in a conventional manner, sound and simple. Can the mere decision to invest all the songs make this work on something electronic?, Probably yes. And makes sense just the fact that Portner (Avey Tare bone) in his main band loops make use of established themes, and invested fully accepted as such. We are in a sound world already know.
What's interesting about this is that thanks to the enthusiastic as ever, the CD barely passed the sacred digital world was manipulated and reversed transforming something abstract, vague and far from an intimate folk album , legible ( while thin sound).
A building with two experiences, (3 if we add the "live"), today (so in 2007, year of release) manages to bring something truly new in the middle repetition and constant visit to the past.
The record reveals inverted version of the initial efforts to appeal to the basics of music, the music to which of which are avid consumers, where Avey and his wife go to a lovely drive on His love and love in general, but through a simple technological execution becomes immersed in a feeling that "music backwards" strangely if you catch, suggesting perhaps that the notes and conventional structure are not necessarily the only vehicle of the composition.
Even turning
an interactive experience where simply added to handle a work-product in search of its bases adds a strange interdimensionality where you lose the edges between the acceptance of musical creation "Album" and membership or arbitrariness of the public, to decide whether stay with one version or another.
The upside down upside down upside down upside down, becomes the new "law" that leads us to believe that the spirit of music is still intact there.
recommend downloading (not here, but it's easy to find) this Pullhair Rubey in its original and su versión invertida,
There is love in my rainbowThere is rain in the cloudThe soft pleasure we’re underI live in a hut nearby andMake soup inside itWe encircle round it andWe say our prayers thereis love in our love
(Crea, piensa, cree.) 
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