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Turning Round On The Turntable : the Suttles, the Unknowns, Headlice, Crocodylus, Warm Drag, the Cherry Pies.

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Back in, for a few reviews ! Those fav' records have turned around for the last few months. We'll meet the new band of a French veteran and talk about some glorious lost times, have fun with some young punx on the Aussie Eastern coast, dance on some wavy garage tunes around LA and travel back in the pop sound of the 90's with an Italian duet. Enjoy! And Long Live the Rock'n'Roll International! De retour pour quelques chroniques de disques qui ont pas mal tourné sur la platine ces derniers mois. Avec le nouveau groupe de vétérans parisiens du punk français, on va se replonger quelques instants, avec nostalgie, dans une époque qu'on pourrait qualifier de glorieuse. On prendra son pied avec de jeunes garage-punkers de la côte Est de l'Australie. On dansera à L.A. sur du garage aux forts accents new-wave, et à Turin sur la pop sonnant très années 90. C'est parti. Et longue vie à l'Internationale du punk et du rock'n'roll ! THE SUTTLES - S/t Lp - ...

Moody Notes : Through The Garden *

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Batsie, the doggy-looking little bat, was nesting under the roof of the open-air veranda. A cutie, that used to make the show every night, crawling out of her tiny hole among green geckos, clumsily taking off, nervously hunting bugs over the garden and coming back to nurse her periodic litter of baby bats. On some daylights, she could stridently shout after them to keep them quiet till their evening flight. She seemed to be kind of an offset, lonely creature, in the margins of the colony of a thousand bats nesting in the  old electrical tower of the close neighborhood. Overcrowding ? Secret partner of a bat leader ? Disease, doom or exil ? Human-model transpositions weren't lacking and the unknown explanations of Batsie's weird attitude to her congeners kept me busy from time to time. Whatever ! Despite her beastie smell on the warmest days of the year, we got pretty used to her presence and never had the heart to chase her away.   Damned pervasive Covid's paranoia, ...