In music, as in any other art or business, it is necessary for a man to sweat over his idea, invest a lot of time in creating a product, examine 100 times whether this is the best he could do, what he could throw out. what to change, what to add. But it seems that the musicians on today's list “Instead of praise“They think that having goodwill and any inspiration is enough to make a complete music product, because the genius lies, for God's sake, in” honest and raw ideas. ” Not everyone is a Ramones fuck, not everyone takes it by the way, and at least if you don't bring anything revolutionary to the table, but copy everything you've heard or believe in quality because your mate told you while dead drunk that he was acoustic the new riff just goes nuts. Become aware and invest more than a day in your idea. These instant songs are worse than the puree minutes.
They enter the tavern Emil Ivosevic (Sigma Epsilon, Ex-Prisoner), Aleksandra Stamenković (Jenner, Sigma Epsilon) i Luka Matković (his band list would be longer than this one) and they decide to do a punk song. Wait, wait. What? This is not a joke? They really did it? (uncomfortable silence). Verga is a new project by Emil and Alexandra, and they record songs with Matkovic (who also draws their drums) at the Citadel. Although it is not yet clear which direction this band will go as they have dropped two completely different songs so far, a “My way“ it has especially caught our attention. The punk-ish riff that is so much basic to believe it can be heard in the several thousand songs of beginner punk bands around the world combined with vocals that would surely go a long way in auditioning for the new Wild Strawberry singer were simply the joke created for this section. If you want to avoid the hyperes, move a little out of that common place and you will find those who will be able to appreciate what you are doing.
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It's been a long time and the world itself has changed so much that the old rules are no longer valid. At one time, provincial punks kept an average when the city's kickers failed. Now, when one goes through Serbia all that the domestic punk scene has to offer is the fact that media bands hold the primacy, because quality or at least interesting bands by this criterion that have not yet experienced their five minutes are hardly celebrated and do not exist. Madres are designated as carriers of the provincial sound from the direction of the Middle Banat, but by a song such as “Little Ramona“ not only do they not run out of quality in comparison to what they have shown us so far, nor do they strive to break out of the precipitate of mediocrity bands, but they underperform in this whole endeavor. The mantra with them is the same – beauty is in simplicity. For the listener, this simplicity translates into monotony. The song's composition is painfully predictable, followed by skinny, teen-like love lyrics with a stark and plaid shirt. It is clear that the band drives the joy of playing and a series of small victories through club performances, but at the moment when this scene may need a fresh and unusual punk, without begging, Madrese still carries the wave of something already seen.
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Has any law been introduced in Croatia that bands must exclusively play music from the 1980s, and we missed it? We don't know what the problem is, but it's really pointless that all bands try to sound similar or even the same. Although most Belgrade bands have a similar problem. Pocket Palma is a trio that has branded its entire existence as a band with the aggressive cliché motifs of the 1980s. The sound of this band might not be too bad if it didn't sound like a washed up copy of a copy. As for the song itself, it can't be said to be bad, it's just packaged in a factory wrap. The song is led by a synth you have heard a million times below which lies the standard rhythm machine. Although the vocals are obviously of high quality, something in their melody seems as if they could be sung by Zeljko Joksimovic or Aleksandar Radovic with a slight change of arrangement.
A lot of criticism of this type ends with sentences like “if they found their true voice they would be a great band”, but that's not a problem here. They found “their voice”, their sound is very sophisticated, just based on something heard by the birds on the branch 35 years ago. So if they want to be original they will have to start all over again, and if not then it will be one of those bands that they want to be in the 80s.
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She meets two dudes and one says to the other: Oh, old man, I admire this riff I came up with yesterday, the second responds: Old, brutal. That's how it came about “The state of consciousness“. At least that is how it works. There is no elaborate idea, instead a spark is used, a fraction, an initial idea that cannot be carried out in a meaningful whole, so untreated. In fact it can, but then it turns out this way. It seems like that riff is glued to what is meant by the song to own it. Bro, we need the text, yells one, while the other answers: It will be, brother, I am writing it tonight, I feel that anger is flowing inside me, only to spit it out and record everything tomorrow. The lyrics are there, you can see the anger, the bell bass played what the guitar played, a little synth to not be so raw and a solo guitar that with just a few tones gives a really nice dose of atmosphere before and after the stanza. Thing done, folded. Satisfied with the product (we suppose they are because they did not probably release the song), but they probably know that some parts are not perfectly polished and the vocals are not the most straightforward, but the loop is there, so the second says to the first: Dude, let's not repeat our vocal recording, eh? We throw lyrics video and bye bye, old man, the old man says Brt, you're absolutely right. Okay, that's what it is, it's yours, guys, but keep in mind in the future at least one thing – songs are sung, songs aren't shouted, if they have text, and you might find it superfluous, a few of those atmospheric phrases would work work.
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One would say before listening to this song here's a killer 2:36 thing that will forcefully and mercilessly nail me, so I'll release it again and again looking for an even stronger effect. But this is by no means the case, because Dusi in such a short song, they manage to unbelievably burst into flames, and the riffs themselves are not “zera” compelling and they sound like something half a metal player plays on the first, every day when he turns on his guitar to practice. The arrangement is one big mushroom in a small sherp in which everything is stuffed and now it spills over into the rings and smells like burning. And here comes the garlic missing and garlic, without which it is by no means OK. That garlic in a mushroom is, in the case of art, soul and sincerity, and it doesn't even have a pier here. The production, which is hollow and artificial, has further squeezed it out, and the text is like randomly asking various questions, to which the author of the lines does not offer exactly any answer. Guys, stop greasing those distortions and showing off your drumming skills so they don't fit anywhere in the song. This track gives you the impression that you have sold your soul, but that it was a completely futile action. A little more honesty, a little less pampering would be welcome. Show us next time if you have any soul at all, our excavator is still digging but finds none of it.
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Authors: Djordje Reljic, Mladen Milosevic, Branislav Cvetkovic, Damjan Jovanovic, Uros Matovic