My Dear Sinister [Home sweet home] I rarely desired to get back to my place and have a bit of rest as after a prolonged pilgrimage around Eupore, at a certain point I wasn’t even sure were I was (I’m never sure who I am, so that’s not that disconcerting) and were I was going to be the next week… a bit like one of the ball in the lotto machine… the 53, or whatever came out on the Venice board and the Italian Republic god knows how managed not to declare bankruptcy… well, I haven’t won by the way, I stop to play lottery quite a while ago, even though I’m positive I’ll become millionaire via drug smuggling, that is why I still am in science. Yes, we have lot of fun, testing substances. However… [Pecksniff, The Book of Stanley Creep] Before getting back to England and entering a flu-infested exile, I had the fortune to see a gig by this Italian band, called Pecksniff. I knew for a while they were labelled as the Italian B&S. In fact they are better than that. is not that they are better than B&S, but being the Italian or ‘xan’ whatever looks to me as pretty good cover band, which eventually find some good new titles for someone else’s tracks… well, I’m glad that Pecksniff are not the Italian B&S but have plenty of interesting similarities. Their new album the book of Stanley Creep is indeed very good and the life was as funny as enjoyable. The fact they manage to write the songs around child instrument is in itself rather interesting but the whole thing is absolutely well done, and if it weren’t I wasn’t drunk enough I would have dance along on my own… actually I don’t know precisely how I contained myself as me feet are still a bit hitching. [Mr 60, Mista Sixa From Outta Space] They were supporting Pecksniff, well supporting when your playing in front of thirty people there is nothing like supporting, is pretty much playing with. Other surprise. Might be not that innocent, and not that much funny, but equally enjoyable. I’m rubbish at writing reviews for anything in general, so I’d better shut up, but is quite rare that I go to a gig, especially of Italian band and get surprised by how good they are, in fact in general is the opposite… bless them then. [ATP vs. Slint vs. Mogwai] I have been to SLINT organised ATP. I have to admit I am quite deluded by most of the bands. Mogwai were great as usual, they played a couple of new songs, the first one definitely rocked, while the other were pretty much anonymous, Like Herod at the end was fairly noisy… in fact all the set were fairly noise, as it should be. I was quite surprised by how good Melvins still are. Last time I heard them live they were supporting nirvana and more or less I was at high school… oh my… Slint were fabulous and as one guy shouted, I can’t believe I’m seeing Slint… I almost can’t believe it either, although I’ve seen them a again a couple of days later in Lundun, in company of Jim purpletrousers and they even play a better gig… although the fact of seeing them for the fist time was unbeatable, when you’ve been waiting or such a long time. Now I really hope they won’t do another record or anything like that…. other band, mighty flashlight were quite funny… especially the guy who turned out completely plastered 5 minutes later and pay different songs compared to the rest of the band for the whole gig: mentalist. White magic were also rather good. On most of the other bands… I prefer not to comment…. Mhmh… that bad? worst [Flu vs Cold vs TBC] After an heroic battle against any sort of lung disease to see Slint on Thursday, I am not the kind of heroic chap, and particularly I am not against any kind of disease, in fact I am rather weak indeed, I had no other option that spend the rest of the week in bed… so I have finally noticed that, one my flat mate has left the place and the other is on holiday. That meant I have been the only human being around the place for the whole week, and god knows how long, unless I find a new flatmate as I should. Last time the house was this empty, I had a flu: that makes it recursive. And it was snowing as well: that makes it even more recursive. Good news, for me, is that I’ve quit smoking. That I had started, seriously, when I was home alone, still believing I could get my life back on track, trying to cure a flu, which might not have been wise. In fact is not and I am not a wise human being. New step is the sanatorium: ah, the fresh breath of the countryside. (Joanh, I’m not that serious, I’m actually fine. Now… ) [Primavera festival] Is anyone interested? It seems quite nice… and finally in a warm location! http://www.primaverasound.com Take care Stephanowic [from the inna electron shella] [The Journal of Fucked-up Gourmet] http://ilsantuzzari.splinder.com [Stay indie, get eaten by squirrels] http://www.eatenbysquirrels.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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