And if happiness was sitting with a glass on a garbage bag and then sing in chorus the intro When The Sun Goes Down and laugh at the sight of an old man glissât miserably nose in the mud?
When the Plaine de la Machine Fire welcomes you, this is not half.
One last look in the eyes eyes before crossing the first metal stairs, before losing our innocence and dive into the den of iniquity a shoo-European youth tee.
This idyllic place, known and recognized for its herbaceous flora, is the Dour Festival, the independent specialist in quality and openness.
We (us, it e Miss and I, and others) entammer this day with nothing less than the Brian Jonestown Massacre . Legend to some, cursed or group failed to others, the BJM is proud present and in full force. Not being able to afford extra time, they decided to start ten minutes in advance. Who's complaining? Anton
back to us, leaving us read "The kingdom of God is in" on his denim jacket. Concert taking, bluffing and wait, we conquered by man, who, although completely ripped off, we offer the very highest level. My Bloody Underground
sounds much better live than at home, which does not contradict our view of the group, which adopts other dimensions when facing you. This benefit was not extraordinary musically, personality of the great Anton Newcombe is also something. The pirate flag, fuck the helicopters and the very long minute of silence for the victims of the Second World War represent well the sweet madness of boy. When Jockers Attack drummed by the indispensable Joel us closer to the end. An end came too quickly, without warning. See you, Brian Jonestown Massacre!
To give us, we can count on New York's Neon Neon equipped with instruments for the less original: a low-key without a guitar without sounding which survives only the outline etc. ... A beginning somewhat apathetic motivated by the arrival of the friend Har Mar Superstar, his t-shirt Ice Cube and his waistcoat fringed American flag. It will outline the public dourois sway her hips and Claire will meet the Man-of-his-life, but nothing really convincing. Then come those great rebels Teenagers . In time to the compelling and appreciated Homecoming, they demand cheerleaders on stage, but, as these boys show extremely enterprising, they ask permission to roadies, which will quickly dissuade them. Protesters, they say "Oh, it's a shame. It's like a birthday without cake. But hey ..." Damn! Anton did he raise private Ronald McDonald on stage, him? So, no cheerleaders and no taste, we will only be two songs, because we have important advantage of an enviable place for Foals. Having made a bit poor, Yannis and his pals take the stage. We will finally be filled judging by our own legs if they receive an undeserved reputation or, indeed, the atmosphere will galvanisaaante. Rock rave-new-tribal-five of Oxford, already appealing to listen to Antidotes , appears downright irresistible. It moves, it pogotte, it slams, it goes in all directions and that is what we ask! The arrival of Cassius shake everything in its path, including the feet. But what a treat! Yannis starts beating his drum. It recognizes the beginning of Electric Bloom . It's just another hospital. He goes in search of a firecracker in the audience, climbed the stage wearing one of them in his mouth. It will go under a thunder of applause, it was the bomb baby.
I'm drowning in the eyes of a northern Irish accent unintelligible to then run a quick lap at the guys and pink candy hirustes Mystery Jets . No Two Doors Down , but a very pretty ballad finale.
The Whitest Boy Alive joined with sound advice, gives us the power tubes, music and dances successful and makes us cry for the unity of the country ... these charming young Berlin eyeglass with acetate we have convinced their titles blatant disco influences kindly as Burning .
After enjoying the comfort of our famous garbage bag Goldfrapp listening, we let ourselves be tempted by the hip-hop backbone of Hocus Pocus, French collective who made his name. Very good option because the public is manic, the lyrics are cleverly cut up and that's always good to make big gestures with her arms rapper. Ellen Allien
not maintain us dancing, too house for us who prefer to put durum cocktail and brown sugar crepe with undisguised delight in our clearing. Brodinski , there is a better, but once again, we desert for Birdy Nam Nam much more persuasive. Very nice lighting effects and variety in its proposal. The Peruvian
loving concern, based saviors, courtiers with his eyes half-closed ... we make eclectic meetings during their set.
The evening (morning?) Will continue to "dance as if the music was overly good," to haggle our toasting glasses-to-the-kanye-west with Jamaican to slip such a drunken skaters on the mud douroise.
THERE BACK WHEN?
One last look in the eyes eyes before crossing the first metal stairs, before losing our innocence and dive into the den of iniquity a shoo-European youth tee.
This idyllic place, known and recognized for its herbaceous flora, is the Dour Festival, the independent specialist in quality and openness.
We (us, it e Miss and I, and others) entammer this day with nothing less than the Brian Jonestown Massacre . Legend to some, cursed or group failed to others, the BJM is proud present and in full force. Not being able to afford extra time, they decided to start ten minutes in advance. Who's complaining? Anton
back to us, leaving us read "The kingdom of God is in" on his denim jacket. Concert taking, bluffing and wait, we conquered by man, who, although completely ripped off, we offer the very highest level. My Bloody Underground
sounds much better live than at home, which does not contradict our view of the group, which adopts other dimensions when facing you. This benefit was not extraordinary musically, personality of the great Anton Newcombe is also something. The pirate flag, fuck the helicopters and the very long minute of silence for the victims of the Second World War represent well the sweet madness of boy. When Jockers Attack drummed by the indispensable Joel us closer to the end. An end came too quickly, without warning. See you, Brian Jonestown Massacre!
To give us, we can count on New York's Neon Neon equipped with instruments for the less original: a low-key without a guitar without sounding which survives only the outline etc. ... A beginning somewhat apathetic motivated by the arrival of the friend Har Mar Superstar, his t-shirt Ice Cube and his waistcoat fringed American flag. It will outline the public dourois sway her hips and Claire will meet the Man-of-his-life, but nothing really convincing. Then come those great rebels Teenagers . In time to the compelling and appreciated Homecoming, they demand cheerleaders on stage, but, as these boys show extremely enterprising, they ask permission to roadies, which will quickly dissuade them. Protesters, they say "Oh, it's a shame. It's like a birthday without cake. But hey ..." Damn! Anton did he raise private Ronald McDonald on stage, him? So, no cheerleaders and no taste, we will only be two songs, because we have important advantage of an enviable place for Foals. Having made a bit poor, Yannis and his pals take the stage. We will finally be filled judging by our own legs if they receive an undeserved reputation or, indeed, the atmosphere will galvanisaaante. Rock rave-new-tribal-five of Oxford, already appealing to listen to Antidotes , appears downright irresistible. It moves, it pogotte, it slams, it goes in all directions and that is what we ask! The arrival of Cassius shake everything in its path, including the feet. But what a treat! Yannis starts beating his drum. It recognizes the beginning of Electric Bloom . It's just another hospital. He goes in search of a firecracker in the audience, climbed the stage wearing one of them in his mouth. It will go under a thunder of applause, it was the bomb baby.
I'm drowning in the eyes of a northern Irish accent unintelligible to then run a quick lap at the guys and pink candy hirustes Mystery Jets . No Two Doors Down , but a very pretty ballad finale. The Whitest Boy Alive joined with sound advice, gives us the power tubes, music and dances successful and makes us cry for the unity of the country ... these charming young Berlin eyeglass with acetate we have convinced their titles blatant disco influences kindly as Burning .
After enjoying the comfort of our famous garbage bag Goldfrapp listening, we let ourselves be tempted by the hip-hop backbone of Hocus Pocus, French collective who made his name. Very good option because the public is manic, the lyrics are cleverly cut up and that's always good to make big gestures with her arms rapper. Ellen Allien
not maintain us dancing, too house for us who prefer to put durum cocktail and brown sugar crepe with undisguised delight in our clearing. Brodinski , there is a better, but once again, we desert for Birdy Nam Nam much more persuasive. Very nice lighting effects and variety in its proposal. The Peruvian
loving concern, based saviors, courtiers with his eyes half-closed ... we make eclectic meetings during their set.
The evening (morning?) Will continue to "dance as if the music was overly good," to haggle our toasting glasses-to-the-kanye-west with Jamaican to slip such a drunken skaters on the mud douroise.
THERE BACK WHEN?
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