Motörhead - Rock Out

Nekromantix - Gargoyles Over Copenhagen

Nekromantix - Horny In A Hearse

Un moment de nostalgie... regrete... amintiri...

nu strica nimanui sa priveasca niste fete frumusele....

Andrew Martinez 1983-2009 RIP

O veste trista pentru unii, o pierdere pentru scena muzicala...

11.01.2009 a murit Andrew Martinez, bateristul Nekromatix:

Andrew Martinez 1983-2009 RIP

I am very sad to announce that our Great beloved friend and Drummer Andrew Martinez AKA Andy DeMize AKA Mr. Pink AKA Little Guy, past away early this morning Sunday January 11, 2009 as a result of a terrible car accident in Fullerton, Orange County California. My thoughts and Condolences go out to his Family and Everybody that knew Andrew. There is no words to describe the shock...... Andrew was probably the most loveable guy I ever met and truely the only person I've met in my life that was loved and liked by everybody met. It's just typical Andrew to pull off this "rockstar death" way too early. I have no idea how Newcastle Beer will be able to continue to stay in business and I encourage everybody that knew Andrew, was a fan of his work with his bands, to drink one, two or many Newcastles in his honor. I can just hear him from where ever he is now, say: "I've done worse".................All I can reply to that Andy is:"Dude it's gonna be hard to top this one Little Guy".
Kim Nekroman

sursa: www.myspace.com/nekromantix

Azi, adica ieri 12.01.2009 a venit pe lume al 2-lea copilas al meu... Un baietel de 3 kile si ceva si de vreo 50 cm inaltime...
Nu am prea multe de spus... cel putin deocamadata... Nu sufar de mandria teribila de a avea "un mostenotor", de a-mi lasa cu mandrei un urmas, nu sufar de cliseul "am baiat", pur si simplu ma bucur si sper sa le pot oferi lucruri cat mai bune ambilor copii... Si sa ma urmeze in ce priveste gusturile muzicale... Eh, asta ar fi prea mult, nu???

Cu astea am incheiat. Dragi cititori va urez Noapte Buna!!!

Va salut cu drag....

Al vostru al treispelea psihopat...

Thirteen...

Un cantec infipt ca un pumnal in sufletul meu:

Thirteen...

Un cantec infipt ca un pumnal in sufletul meu:

The Kings Of Psychobilly...

Disc: 1
1. Voodoo Rhythm
2. Graveyard Stomp
3. Shout So Loud
4. In The Cards
5. Love You To Death
6. The Crazed
7. Wrecking Crew
8. When A Stranger Calls
9. Hills Have Eyes
10. Johnny Remember Me
11. Power Of Steel
12. Cecil Drives A Combine Harvester
13. In Too Deep
14. Kit Boy
15. Electro 11
16. Stampede

Disc: 2
1. I'm Just A Dog
2. Michael Myers
3. Only A Fury In My Heart
4. Rhythm Of The Bell
5. Out Of Time
6. Ain't Gonna Bring Me Down
7. Take A Ride
8. Just The 3 Of Us
9. I Bury The Living
10. Sewertime Blues
11. Mind Over Matter
12. Heres Johnny
13. Ain't Takin' A Chance
14. Midnite People
15. Repo Man
16. Low Living Daddy
17. You Crack Me Up

Disc: 3
1. I Go To Bed With The Undead
2. Charlie, Johnny, Rawhead And Me
3. Liars In Wait
4. Spinebender
5. I'm Invisible Man
6. Dance Crazy Baby
7. Hell Ain't Hot Enough
8. Brains As Well
9. My Kind Of Rocking
10. Chainsaw Boogie
11. She's My Baby Again
12. Yellow Zone
13. Meet Me At The Morgue
14. Disneyland

Disc: 4
1. Ex Men Boogie
2. Night Of The Werewolf
3. The Return Of Ethel Merman
4. Oxygen Dog
5. Ma Johnson Meets The Razorback
6. Surf Mad Pig
7. Meteors Vs The World
8. Doing The Lords Work
9. Corpse Grinder
10. Go Buddy Go
11. If You Don't Wanna Fuck Me Baby
12. Psycho Kat
13. Halloween Scream
14. Kat Killer
15. Straight Down To Hell

Disc: 5
1. Slowdown You Grave Robbing Bastard
2. Get Out Of My Way
3. Death Dance 2000
4. Give The Devil His Due
5. Baby's Got A Flame Thrower
6. You Don't Know Me Very Well
7. Micheal Myers
8. Execution Song
9. Wanna Make A Monster
10. Freak
11. Crawling
12. King Of The Mutilators
13. Fuck Off And Die
14. Psycho Down
15. Papa Jupe
16. You Ain't Right
17. The Loneliness Of A Long Distance Killer
18. These Evil Things
19. Powder Pain And Misery
20. The Phantom Rider

Satanic Stomp 11,12 Apr. 2009

31.12.2008-1.01.2009

Am petrecut de numa ultima noapte din 2008... Probabil multa lume a chefuit...
Eu m-am uitat la maratonul "Miami Ink" pe Discovery Travel & Living, am baut 2 pahare de Cuba Libre, am ascultat The meteors apoi m-am uitat din nou la Miami Ink... Intr-un final, dupa un miez de cu mult mai putine petarde si artificii decat in alti ani, pe la 1.30 m-am dus sa trag un pui de somn... Si am dormit bine, fara petreceri zgomotoase si muzica naspa si urlete cretine si sticle sparte... Un an nou linistit tuturor.

The Meteors - Corpse Grinder

Well, I've got a machine, yeah.
I keep it under my bed.
Why don't you come on over, baby?
And let me feed on your head.

Yeah, it's make minced meat,
Out of your legs and your feet,
Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby.

Well, you know I love you,
But ain't life a drag?
I wanna chop you up fine,
And wrap you up in a bag, yeah.

Will I see you later,
In my refrigerator?
I'm a corpse grinder, baby, yeah.

You'll stay good for months to come,
At the back of the fridge, yeah, stay out of the sun.
I'll take you out when I'm on my own,
And defrost you so we can be alone.

Sharpen up the blades, yeah.
Go, on, oil the wheels.
Put your tongue on the belt,
Go on, see how it feels.

Well I know it's a sin,
But I'm gonna feed you in,
'Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby.

Well, you'll stay good for months to come,
Back of the fridge, go on, stay out of the sun.
I'll take you out when I'm on my own,
And defrost you, baby, so we can be alone.

Sharpen up the blades, go on.
Go on, oil the wheels.
Put your tongue on the belt,
And tell me how it feels.

Yeah, I know it's a sin,
But let me feed you in,
'Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby.

Well. I'm a corpse grinder-grinder baby,
Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby.
Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby, grinder, baby.
Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby, let me feed you in.

Fiindca suntem in toiul sarbatorilor de iarna si toata lumea petrece, a fost mos craciun, este asteptata noul an, toti sunt fericiti, unii si-au cheltuit si ultimul banut pe lucruri aiurea s.a.m.d... Voi posta si eu o poza....
De ce sa nu ma incadrez si eu intr-un cliseu? :

In 03.02.2009, Budapesta, pt. cei interesati si care au auzit de trupa: The Koffin Kats, din nou... Da, din nou ii voi pierde... Dar asta nu prea conteaza. Din pacate nu stiu daca va ajunge vreun cunoscut pe acolo...
Cam asta am de prezentat deocamdata... Nu prea am chef sa scriu... Urmeaza o noapte de anul in fata monitorului, eventual cu castile pe urechi si ceva de baut pe masa... Si in plus sunt nelinistit din cauza viitorului... Nu stiu de ce, dar ma simt nelinistit... Probabil presimt Apocalipsa... ;)

Celor care vor citi aceste randuri le doresc noapte buna....

La sfarsit de an....

Se sfarseste inca un an... Beau Cuba Libre, ascult muzica... Si astept sa vina copilasul... Intre timp sunt putin melancolic... Nu stiu de ce... Am citit ce a scris Mirceone... Nu sterg blogul fiindca Muffin zice asa...
Nu scriu nici lucruri interesante... Nu am cu cine schimba o vorba... Dar incerc sa ma bucur de lucruri simple... Sper... Ma bucur pentru vor veni Motorhead la noi... Ma gandesc la viitor, la ce va aduce... Si ma gandesc la faptul ca sunt foarte putini cei care sunt prieteni...

Vad ca in chat-box isi lasa pizdosii comentariile de tot rahatul cu legaturi catre tot felul de site-uri indoielnice.... Mi se rupe... In curand se termina preavizul si gata cu munca. Nu stiu exact ce voi face... In primul rand trebuie sa apara cel de-al doilea prichindel... Apoi Dumnezeu cu mila... Am astepatat demult momentul plecarii de la firma, dar parca nu mai este chiar atat de grozav cum imi imaginam... Sau doar sunt intr-o stare ampulea pt. ca mi-am futut o aripa la masina si am de umblat iarasi... Pt. fututa de reparatie... In fine... S-o rezolva si asta cumva... Afara e urat ca dracu' si ar fi cazu sa incerc sa dorm... As scrie lucruri mai interesante, dar nici sa mor nu-mi fata mintea ceva ce sa merite scris... Probabil ca trebuie sa fiu intr-o depresie cronica... Atmosfera asta de dinaintea sarbatoarilor ma cam scoate din sarite, ma indispune... Toata agitatia, toata lumea asta grabita... As vrea sa am parte de liniste, sa nu mai trebuiasca sa ma grabeasc... Si nici nu am apucat sa cumpar fetitei mele cadoul dorit... "un bebe cu dungi"... M-am dus in mare viteza la Real, ca de aia mi-am futut aripa aia nenorocita, la fututa aia de masina, sa cumpar cadoul pt. pispirica, dar, evident ca nu mai era modelul ala de jucarie... Astia inghit toul, nici dracu' nu mai satura oamenii in ziua de azi...
Sper sa mai gasim pe undeva nenorocita aia de papusa... Si sa nu fie micuta mea dezamagita...
Si cu ocazia asta imi fac drum catre o draguta de depresie, ca sa fie totul frumos, asa cum trebuie in aceasta minunata perioada a sfarsitului de an... Oricum astazi urez tuturor "Vremuri sinistre" si tot ce isi doresc, cat mai sinistru si intunecat, morbid si tenebros... Daca isi doresc cumva oite roz, sa si le futa cu cat mai mult drag... Si sa le traga de blanita aia carliontata in timp ce le penetreaza duios...
Iar politicienilor romani le doresc sa-si bage in cur dinamita, sa inghita nitroglicerina, sa-si taie scula si sa si-o vare in gat... Sa-si zboare creierii cat mai dragalas posibil...
Si da, sufar de o teribila "colindofobie"... Imi vine sa ma urc pe pereti cand aud toate aberatiile alea de colinde super prelucrate si atat de bine cantate incat iti vine sa-ti versi matele...
Si sunt satul de toata lumea... De toata graba asta aiurea... Si e greu sa nu intri in rezonanata cu tot ce se intampla... Asa ca am devenit si eu un grabit fara rabdare si care injura aproape in continuu... Nu stiu ce e de facut... Probabil sunt unul din multii care sufera din aceasta cauza...
Dar nu este nimic de facut...

Ok... Deocamdata mi-am pototlit focul ce ma arde... Sa vedem cum o fi ziua de maine... Daca nu, astept pe Mosu' sa-mi aduca darul... Sa pot juca ruleta ruseasca... Si cu putin noroc... bang... Al paispelea "nene mort" cum zice Briosa... Adio psihopatule... Ti-a sosit ceasu'....
Asa ca... sterg blogu', astept cadou'... caftesc Mosu'.... gonesc renii... si imi las creierii sa-si ia zboru' liberi...

Frumos scenariu... Pacat ca nu se poate realiza... ;)

Noapte buna! Bang....

Johnny Cash - Thirteen

Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at
Got the number 13 tattooed on my neck
When the ink starts to itch
Then the black will turn to red

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Gonna find me a preacherman confessin' all I've done
Or you can catch me with the devil playing 21
Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back
I pray you don't look at me
I pray I don't look back

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

Got a long line of hearthache
I carry it well
The list of lives I've broken
Reach from here to hell
Bad luck wind been blowin' at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name
They just gave me the number when I was young
They just gave me the number when I was young

J. Horror - Cementerio de la Almudena

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Psychobilly session...

The M3t3ors - Hell Ain't Hot Enough For Me



The M3t3ors - Go Buddy Go



The Meteors - Little Red Riding Hood

Demented Are Go - Holy Hack Jack

Demented Are Go - Blood

FRENZY Just Passing Through