Tribalmazoot
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| Location | Raton les foins, Ile de France, France |
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| Introduction | La puissance du Mazoot. Avec deux O parce que c'est plus rigolo Charles Baudelaire's 8 bit opium dream starts. The Parisian gentlemen practice their didgeridoos on top of Eiffel tower shaped stilts. Rimbaud's ghost howls obscenities at the people who pass by. They know better than to talk to him and instead chase the shadows of their children up the steps of Montmartre. Photographs are taken and the smiling tourists lose their minds and wallets. The cafe is full as Hemingway teaches Joyce how to play pong and how to read "Le Petit Prince" in his nuclear shower. What of my shower head? Cry the forgotten portrait painters as they try to sell imitations of Cézanne's still- life scenes. And all this is accentuated by the music of a strange gentleman named: Tribalmazoot. (Partie de la review que m'a fait le site WTFmusic.org) |

