Saturday, November 28, 2015

Los Zeta, reseña de nadie...y de nada

Miles de siglos atras, nadie existia, nadie, solo nadie, ese que nadie es pero todo el mundo lo quiere, cuando nadie es nadie, y lo demas es nada. nadie vive.

por lo mismo la creacion de plataformas para unirse y ver la vida con un objetivo, un proposito, una meta o la labor de quienes puedan soportar la carga de la vida, esta gestada por la union de varios factores, todos ajenos a uno mismo, pero vivos ya es nuestra responsabilidad, ha, la responsabilidad de nadie para seguir como nadie, siendo esto que eres...

y eres lo que quieras ser, bajo el gobierno de nadie, bajo la autoridad de nadie, bajo la mentira de nadie, ya que muerte, eres parte de este, de nadie, solo otros sabran quien eres, y estos tambien seran de nadie, cuando el dia les llegue...

ya de nadie, ahora lo eres todo, el peligro, el amor, la fuiria, la lagrima, la desonrra, la violencia, la tristesa, la tortura, la felicidad, el milagro, oh de ser nadie bajo la ilusion de algo, de alguien, de quienes te catalogan y transforman quien eres, o de quien te examina y ve quien eres, o de quien te entrena y sabe que ere, o de quien destruye todo lo que has hecho por darle camino a otro y asi crear algo para nadie, ese que os llama y no sabes donde ver, pues alla, arriba no hay mas nadie mas que nosotros, volando sin saber donde vamos, pero aprendiendo puesto que algunos saben que somos nadie y buscamos las fronteras de los que somos, como alguien que sabe, alguien que piensa, alguien que sueña y con sus limitaciones descubre otros metodos y empieza el camino, hacia la nada, pues, la nada lo es todo y nadie es parte de esta, el que nadie dice, nadie sabe, nadie ve, por eso vemos como nadie hace nada, al hacer...que haces?

cuando a nadie le importa si no haces mas nada que el llevarlos a todos a la promesa de nadie, esperando ver como las edificaciones del mas alla, nos cuenten como fueron los otros, similares a uno, en el mundo de nadie, donde estos dictaban la vida, o muerte, dejando al mundo transformar su energia.

energia, todavia desperdiciada, en un puntico existencialmente absurdo pensar en lo especiales que somos, y lo especial que es nuestro creador, catalogado como el salvador de esta tierra. cuando los cometas, el vacio, la luz, la tecnologia, la plataforma, el dinero, el material, el espiritu; esa herramienta natural, tanto ficta como segura, es todo parte de un todo, a su vez, de la nada...para nadie, al menos de que lo descubras, y entonces....

por que eres tan curioso?

decian los demonios al planetario, cuando de la tierra, nada pasa por casualidad, ya que nuestro territorio esta encerrado en nuestra tierra, y todo, todo, se puede cuantificar, de lo mismo predecir. hasta nadie sabe eso.



Los Zetas, una banda hipnotica, donde sus sonidos atraen las energias magulladas del alma en pena en un purgatorio existencial, este que nos da tiempo para reflexionar y regresar a nuestras querellas personales, trabajar por otros y ser lo que otros nos puedan dar, aquellos que hicieron lo mismo, ahora te piden lo mismo. 

Un trio que se multiplica cuando tocan, de una region tropica del mundo, donde luchan por mantener su espiritu en alto cuando otros, o todos, o nadie, los presionan para ver que cocinan, y que pueden traerle al mundo estas variables escondidas bajo la manta ficta del infinito, ya cuantificado, el suplicio del ser latino, bajo la mano dura de neustros pobres gobernadores, corruptos y llenos de avaricia, emprendedores de la pobreza y la riqueza de otros, los que con la cuerda nos jalan pa que trabajemos por lo que nos dan. la miseria del llenar nuestro anima de problemas, y la gloria del sacarlos cuando, de la nada, sale esta banda e inspira, expresendo, el si, estas vivo y puedes todavia, todavia hay tiempo...



pero tiempo para que?

tiempo para seguir amando, para seguir luchando, para seguir viendo al cielo y seguir buscando al dios que se nos escapo y nadie lo ve.

De Venezuela, esta banda lo da todo en la tarima, su agresividad, su dedicacion, su misterio, su condicion, demuestra lo que se busca, la cruda perfeccion de musicos haciendo algo por todos, cuando nadie reina.



Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Wastelands, reseña de la situacion

We would never know what we gonna feel when dead,
but sure some want it to be peaceful, out of this damaging world,
a world filled with anger and deceptions, hate and pleasure for it, imagine that...

but hold on my friend, why focus on the negativity of this world?
have u seen the remaining of or hopeful side?
the beauty of our dying forest,
the wonderfulness of our sacrifices, when it comes to fight oppression, or the machinery of dead, alone, for a better, more included and just world?

have you heard, felt, or read what this means?
to have you family murdered by corrupted officials who serve the oppressor, and in all the pain, all the sorrow, flying like a broken leaf of hope, an imagine of you, that angel who came to inspire you and give you that little motivation to continue, and recover from that devastating lost, and become what it brought you, when you most needed, that revolutionary perfection of enduring hell to reborn stronger than ever...

only because you are still alive.

in a Wastelands:

an inspiring group that creates a cathartic environment, a drug that helps everyone to release that tension created by this stressful bubble we all live, that bubble, now filled with sound, a sound that comes from each of the bands members heart, some can define their sounds as muted, nuts, anarchic, funky, whatever, but in reality, the band is more a sanctuary, where the souls come to rest their pains and extend their existence while listening to the mayhem around...



From Miami, a unique place, where those corrupted criminals from those wars come to buy most of the land, as they stole it from the working class...Miami, where the elite is paired with politicians in order to divide others from each nationality into ghettos and suburbs, like any other part in the world, easy for those police officers, if you haven't had any experience with them, pigs if you have, to maintain their oppression because, of course, the working class can't get jobs that the elite makes, such bullshit shit politicians plan...

This fucking city, amazing if you want to live in your bubble...and more, 
pressuring the raising waters you get the mafia of bubble, those who aren't gonna deal with anything civil, but with only violence and restrictions, as we can see it around each of the corners anyone is...

so then, it comes to Nunhex, another punching Miami band that screams and plays for us every blood moon, and helps to rise up those lost bones from any hiatus, a band that motivates us to destroy that whole fucking invisible wall there is...


But don't be disappointed, and be, cause, Miami is a graveyard for amazing bands, one like Testokra, an amazing amazonian one, where their screams and their combination did its work when they were together, making the noise pixels love.



more, more, more...

all of this bands share a member...expanding the forces into multiple areas...

Wastelands: 
Alex Nuñez from Nunhex
Alex Campos from Testokra
and Eric Hernandez from Wrong...

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Part of AMALAYA # 2

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Autarx, reseña del demo

When teens rebel, there is nothing one can do but to pray to the known institutional gods, 
those gods among us, 
and the ruler of all gods, 
a human creation... 

...that creative mass we all come from; 
evolution and our use of that infinite source of pain and depression, just when things are all right. ah, madness...

so they pray for you, yes you, dependable kid, crying alone in the darkness time of your life, when bullies aren't hitting anyone anymore but everyone is, with their mean tweets and mean comments, you seem to think, 'is there anyone out there?' 'is there anyone out there?'

is it?

Cause to be touched by the night, that cold and seductive cover some feel, around our naked body, illuminated by the melancholic drunkenness of that oval reflection of your desires, that blue moon every selected time, specially around your saddest moment, transforms you, pushes you towards the unknown, to rebel against institutions, to search your truth, and to spark that engine, that phoenix of dust, into the flames of your ire, the flames of your youth, coming together, having that moment of peace, while listening, feeling, something you can control, controlling you, in those naive senses we all forget...and we come into being.


Autrax, with the most lively drum bass, its jumping bass-lane, to the pointing rifts and the melodramatic synth, all balanced by a very deep personal and majestic voice of sadness and rebellion, are calling you to raise your hand and dance around them, everywhere they are...


...and yes, there is no difference between teens and adults, cause we all are one, and we all decide, whether or not you are evil to our life or not...but then, what is is evil?

a person who is bothering you?
or a person who is besides you in the darkness of times?




Thursday, August 6, 2015

Van Gogh (1991), reseña de la pelicula

All the materials and sources presented in this post are worth reading, take your time.

Van Gogh, pretty sure you know about him, if you don't, look it up.

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But why is he so important?

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Did he discovered penicillin?


Did he united those against each other?

*- mhh. tricky question, who has done it? 

But sure he was creative, and being creative motivates, in a broad sense of areas, not just in the art one.

Why?

Because, as a person, he was damaged*, which makes him interesting, as shown in his movie...



...and I choose this movie, because of the way he was portrayed; as a strained artist trying to cope with his dementia, while keeping everything disassociated from his true love... 

...not as a beloved personality, but as a devoted ass-hole with a libertine twist of anarchy.



This ode to Van Gogh, was Maurice Pialat daydream being Van Gogh, gracefully performed by another well-know actor and singer as Jacques Dutronc is.



So how do they do it?

Where does it come from?



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Is that all, is there anything more to it?

And where does our creative thoughts come from, and what it is? 


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Monday, August 3, 2015

AKHLYS, reseña del disco The Dreaming I

When something infectious bites you, 
and the reaction first eats your skin, 
then it numbs it, 
when that feeling appears, 
and you still see those insects who inflicted that passage to your suffering, 
and you collapse and then you reflect judging everything you have done, 
when pain is just a stage for a later understanding of how your body releases endorphin and then hallucinations, 

that endless cycle of pounding rhythmic sensations, 
that metabolic destruction of your normality transforms your believes into a realm uncovered by that thing which has given you solitude. 

The march of ants eating you skin, 
that emotional tempest in you... 

is death coming, 
the meaning of knowing something you are not used to but you know is there, 
waiting, 
in your dreams...


Akhlys, A master of perception, a magi or a warlock, an artist, a shaman, an animist, who uses the presence of darkness to convey its desires and wants into a more complex world filled with sounds and mysteries, all created by our lack of understanding of our physical world, but infinite interpretations of our internal one, where the essence of life is hidden deep inside the void of this relative universe.

fear is like a solar system in his world,
and life, life...
what it's life if fear is a solar system?

for those who can listen to this band:


and more reviews where there is more about it:













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