After a cataclysmic to the new year, after the annual visit countries where advantageous financial conditions combined with addiction Rough Trade East, as well as Paul Smith inexorably push you back as soon as possible after a week after laborious and relished the peregrinations of Jean Rochefort mimicking so well in the Chameleon ruth the enthusiastic young mole the arrival of spring, after kiffe The Last Shadow Puppets (who will not n'acquiesse blithely missed a musical upheaval unparalleled quality, and I'm terribly pleased), Foals, Port O'Brien, Deerhunter, Shearwater Antony & The Johnsons, Nirvana, Alela Diane & her Headless Heroes, Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver (to be consensual), Nick Cave, Histoire de Melody Nelson , Beirut, The Rascals, Bob Dylan, Berlin , Lightspeed Champion, White Lies, OK Computer, The Walkmen, Girls In Hawaii, Woodpigeon, Ratatat ... throughout the year, I can finally draw a line on fire 2008. No rankings, this makes sense. It's simple, in addition to being unable to objectively measure the content of a hard engineering, others are wonderfully better than me. Between those who believe that God the Father broke into their iPod, that enumerate those albums for parraître éruditsunderground unknown and those who follow the unanimous critical paper, I told myself it would be fashionable of not raising a perfect idiot who does not his lifestyle déontolique to listening to a new cd quotidiennenement. I have neither the means nor the time nor the patience. I leave this thankless task oh so imbued with that are paid to do.
Hoping that the coming months will also be carriers of pleasant surprises that come from those who die. There is no doubt saw this crowd of grim news we all heard.
