Ex-sugestão da Semana - Sleep / Dopesmoker (EUA - 2003)

Álbum - Dopesmoker
Artista - Sleep
Ano - 2003
Origem - EUA
Gênero - Hyperstoned-out stoner rock


Tracklisting:

1. Dopesmoker – 63:31
2. Sonic Titan (live) – 9:36


Lineup:

Al Cisneros / vocals, bass
Matt Pike / guitar
Chris Hakius / drums



Sugerido por XMT

Olha, eu vou ser bem sincero com vocês: Eu ouvi esse treco e até agora não sei se existe mess, não tenho capacidade de definir, só posso apelar pra definição alheia:

Julian Cope escreveu:

Imagine, if you will allow me to continue this metaphor, that being a teenage American stoner and already of the opinion that, being in possession of the aforementioned 4 LPs, you have your hands on some sort of holy sonic reliquary umpteen times greater than Islam’s piece of sacred meteorite at the centre of Mecca’s Haram enclosure, you begin as time goes by to read more and more into the titles of those ‘extras’ that Warner Brothers had insisted Black Sabbath added to their tracklisting to stop the general public from thinking they wuz buying some too-short LPs. And imagine that the addition of those extra U.S.-only titles on BLACK SABBATH (‘Wasp’, ‘Bassically’), PARANOID (‘Luke’s Wall’, ‘Jack the Stripper’), MASTER OF REALITY (‘The Haunting’, ‘Step Up’, ‘Deathmask’) and VOLUME 4 (‘The Straightener’, ‘Everyday Comes and Goes’) to the already murky official Sabbath tracklisting contributed further confusion to the thorny question of exactly when songs ended and others began, so much so in fact that each already oft-changing riff-o-thon now appeared to meld seamlessly and tidally, each into the next until your teenaddled stoner cranium saw, heard and inhaled it all as a single ever-undulating ever-spiralling ever-squirming Midgardian Worm of sonic oil spill building and building layer upon relentless layer on a seashore until the whole beachscape, complete with sunbathers, coastguards and concession stands, had been lacquered under a one-metre-thick obsidian black layer of petrified chemo-gunk… I visualised Sleep in their pre-Sleep configuration, their teenage stoner minds fixating collectively on these first four Sabbath LPs to such an extent that certain repeated words in the song titles became iconic mantras to be treated (Brigit Riley-stylee) as repeatable motifs almost in the psychedelic manner of 6,000-year-old Western Atlantic passage grave art.

Seis ouvem tanta merda, contemplem agora um treco responsa, pqp!

E para quem bosta tanta sugestão da settimana merda, até que enfim um treco responsa.


DISCAÇO X INFINITO MESS ====*~~

Quando que eu postei uma sugestão merda? ah qualé, isso é intriga da oposição

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Esse álbum é nonsense pra caralho! Ouço só muito chapado...