Oh, the Scandinavian rock! (Fear not, I'll save the jokes of Vikings). These little people of northern Europe, as well envy us for their welfare state, they do rock. Damn if they know. Say that since the last half of the nineties, Scandinavian rock is exported abroad, I can not ensure that its products are not mass submusicales, but I have not seen, has a reservoir of traditional garage rock throwing at burrismo. I come to mind as the Hives, the most affordable by gafapastas-patriotic, Turbonegro, Gluecifer or Hellacopters. When you want a dose of seventies, are good friends. The group that comes from dealing with today are the suit-Copenhagen, children, and has everything necessary for us to enjoy at the office of FalaciaMística ™: bad host, a fuzz caught up 'destroy', amp valves and attitudes, especially attitude. Baby Woodrose are called kids, which is the common name of a climber ... well, whose seeds you placed. These artists have no choice, all positions on some shit.
format, the magical power trio, and following a tradition that is lost and gives ten points of 'cool' in the molómetro Woodrose all done with the last name - is there with the last name? No, no, never mind. I have been able to ascertain, are about six albums, of which I've heard about five over the last month. The Dropout! especially, one pass. They have some covers that mostar no mother or partner because they look eighties porn movie, but hey ...
Well, in this holy house we're born in the eighties, the last thing we care about is music. We want to see fireworks and magic del cinematógrafo. Me bajo al bar a tomarme un par de soylents y les dejo un par de vídeos:
Baby Woodrose - Pouring Water (del Money for Soul)
Baby Woodrose - Twilight Princess (del Chasing Rainbows)
Disfruten del poquito verano que queda. Amén.
