June 14, 2004
The Mars Volta : PinkFloydish Boys
This rock band rocks, the real intersting revelation of the year, they have a style wich is the most importantto be named, when I have seen their clip 'Televators" I was totally taken away from my isle of consideration for artisitc behaviour, the sound is clear, deep into struggle, the pictures makes green reflection of a bright mind, could I stay often ! the clip was a kind of 'Understand it or leave it' , the first impression you got is that Princes Monoke got conflict with the matrix, the travel was comfortable, the overdose of the motion makes my body flow with the species of lifes , ....
This qoute descibes better this excellent rock band :
"THE MARS VOLTA’S sound, still emerging, draws influence from the vast spectrum of rock spanning the last 30 years, as well as Latin, reggae, jazz, and modern electronic music. Reference points might include PINK FLOYD, SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE, LED ZEPPELIN, FUGAZI, THE UPSETTERS, FELA KUTI, U2, THE BIRTHDAY PARTY, RADIOHEAD and the BEASTIE BOYS, to name but a few. Make no mistake – their purpose is ambitious. What differentiates THE MARS VOLTA from their would-be peers is not simply their ambition, however, but the sincerity and ingenuity it drives. The fact that they cross boundaries of race and gender en route to creating their truly challenging breed of rock music simply lends a degree of absolute cultural necessity to what, at this point, is the early stages of an aesthetic revolution."
And this the lyrics for Televators :
+ Televators +
Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets
Riddle me this
Flinch stitcheing
Aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
Pull the pins
Save your grace
Mark these words
On his grave
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe
A capulary hint of red
Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
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