Blogovision 2024 - Στο 14 ανθίζει η Αδιαφορία και τραγουδά η Ελευθερία

I'm totally fine with it 👍 don't give a fuck anymore 👍

 

Blogovision 2024 Στο 15 ο Λαβύρινθος του Σκότους

                                            Το Maze των Sun of Nothing εξ Αθηνών ορμώμενων

Blogovision 2024 - Στο 16 TRA​И​Ƨ​A

                     TRA​И​Ƨ​A - RED HOT ORG

                                                            Στο 16 46 1 κι 1 κομμάτια για καλό σκοπό

 

Blogovision 2024- Στο 17 κάθαρση για μυημένους

17: Doom Metal Opera. Οι The Body και Dis Fig  στο ''The Orchards of a Futile Heaven''

 

Blogovision 2024- Στο 18 ο ήχος της εσωστρέφειας

 

Ambient Techno από την καρδιά της Γερμανίας. Στο 18 Recondite και Indifferent

Blogovision 2024 - Στο 19 Metal Poetry

 

19: A Chaos of Flowers by BIG/BRAVE 

Blogovision 2024 - Στο 20 NATI INFINITI

 #20. Alessandro Cortini ''Nati Infinity'' - Ταξίδι στο Άπειρο

Η Φωνή του Καΐρου από το Παρίσι

Στο 1 ο Abdullah Miniawy και οι  Le Cri du Caire στο Le Cri du Caire

 

Μια περιπέτεια στο Bristol

Στο 2 Blanck Mass ''The Rig'' 

Από τη Μόσχα για τάρτα φράουλα στο Café Baier στο Βερολίνο

Στο 3 η Mary Ocher και το Approaching Singularity: Music for The End of Time

 

Η Διαδρομή

Στο 4 οι Lankum στο ''False Lankum'' 

 

Ο Θεός ζητιανεύει τον Παράδεισο

 Στο 5 οι Swans και το The Beggar

Η Sama' Abdulhadi από την Ramallah της Παλαιστίνης είναι Βασίλισσα. Η Βασίλισσα της Techno

Χωρίς Λόγια.

Στο 6  fabric presents Sama' Abdulhadi (DJ Mix)

 

Ένα μπουκάλι Sahara Red, acid και μπάλα στο ασπρόμαυρο Παρίσι

                                                   From Algiers to Paris, a journey of sound,

Where East meets West, a vibrant bound.

Acid Arab, the fusion maestros,

Their music bridges cultures, erases borders.

 

Algerian gasba, Anatolian trance,

Synthetic dabkeh, bionic raï's dance.

A tapestry of sounds, a symphony so bold,

Their melodies ignite, stories unfold.

 

Through collaborations and travels grand,

They've sampled the world, with an open hand.

From Morocco's dunes to Cairo's allure,

Their music weaves magic, ever pure.

 

Breaking boundaries, genres defying,

Acid Arab are pioneers, forever vying.

With every beat, they transcend and soar,

A fusion of cultures, forevermore.

 

Oh, Acid Arab, your music's a spell,

Uniting hearts, where borders fell.

From Algiers to Paris, the world's your stage,

Your melodies ignite, with vibrant rage.

 

So let the music play, let the rhythms ignite,

Acid Arab's legacy, shining ever bright.

A fusion of souls, a connection so true,

In their music we find, a world anew.

Στο 7 Acid Arab και  ٣ (Trois)

 

Χιλή 2014 - Κυκλοφορεί το ''Nicolás tiene dos papás'' που σήμερα διανέμεται δωρεάν στα νηπιαγωγεία

                                                   On the distant edge of the continent wide,

Where Chile's spirit and passion reside,

Avaton tonight takes flight, bold and free,

To Santiago, where a soul awaits, you see.

 

Domingæ Garcia Huidobro stands strong,

Queer frontperson of Föllakzoid's song.

Daring and bold, breaking barriers wide,

In the heart of Latin America, side by side.

 

Together they journey through the vibrant streets

To demonstrate for love where two worlds meet.

LGBTQIA2S+ rights, their noble cause,

Defiantly dancing, breaking unjust laws.

 

Frontman or frontwoman, a label to transcend,

In the realm of music, identities blend.

Föllakzoid's notes echo, a powerful sound,

In the heart of Santiago, freedom is found.

 

V, the album, a beacon of trance,

Dark techno rhythms, a hypnotic dance.

Notes weaving stories of strength and pride,

As they march for justice, with love as their guide.

 

Streets come alive under the night sky's gleam,

As Föllakzoid's rhythms fuel the dream.

A celebration of love, a kaleidoscope of light,

In Santiago, they dance, fierce and bright.

 

Avaton and Domingæ, a fusion so rare,

A journey of passion, a fervent affair.

In the rhythm of V, their voices unite,

For the LBTQIA+ community, they ignite.

 

So let the beats echo through the Chilean air,

As they dance for love, with courage to spare.

In Santiago's embrace, under the moon's gentle sway,

They write a new chapter, a powerful display.

Στο 8 Föllakzoid και V

Χάος, pints και βρώμικο στο σπίτι ενός άγνωστου δίπλα στη Hacienda

In Manchester's vibrant heart, where music takes its stand,

Avaton strolled, a soul with spirit untamed.

Through Hacienda's labyrinthine halls he wandered,

Amidst the echoes of a night that danced and pondered.

 

Suddenly, a melody, a voice so clear and true,

"Souris, souris, souris, souris," it pierced the air, so blue.

Avaton turned, his eyes wide with delight,

To find the source of this enchanting night.

 

A stranger stood there, arms outstretched, a grin so wide,

Inviting Avaton into his humble abode inside.

Through a doorway they ventured, into a haven of warmth,

Where laughter and chatter filled the air and filled the form.

 

Avaton's thirst grew, an insatiable thirst,

As he joined the stranger in this underground work.

The man produced a bottle, its liquid dark and deep,

A local brew, a secret kept.

 

They poured, they drank, their voices rising high,

Their laughter echoing through the night, beneath the city's sky.

The black pudding, greasy and savory,

A local delicacy, fueling their revelry.

 

Outside, the city buzzed, a cacophony of sound,

As people ran in the streets, their voices echoing around.

"Souris, souris, souris, souris," they chanted with glee,

Their voices blending, a chorus, a vibrant harmony.

 

But within the haven, peace and camaraderie reigned,

Avaton and his newfound friend, their spirits unrestrained.

Throughout the night, they revelled, their spirits unbound,

In this impromptu gathering, where joy was found.

 

The turntable spun, Mandy, Indiana's melodies,

Their anthems of chaos, a symphony of glee.

Avaton's spirit soared, his heart ablaze with fire,

As he sang along to the band he held so dear.

Στο 9 το χαοτικό '' I've seen a way'' των Mandy, Indiana

 

Χορεύοντας στα Βουνά του Μολύβδου جبل الرصاص

     In the heart of Tunisia, where shadows dance,

A melody emerged, a bold advance.

Deena Abdelwahed, a musical sprite,

In the underground, she found her light.

 

In outskirts' clubs, where whispers met,

Her beats broke chains, a rhythmic set.

Not for the elite, but for all to hear,

Deena's tunes, a rebellion near.

 

Affordable entry, drinks not steep,

In this haven, the rhythm ran deep.

A DJ's quest, uncharted terrain,

To echo stories, break the chain.

 

Through the speakers, echoes of the past,

Dominant cultures, fading fast.

Tunisian streets, now alive with sound,

Deena's beats, a force unbound.

 

She weaved through tunes, untold and rare,

A symphony that filled the air.

Not merely unheard, but a tale untold,

A musical journey, brave and bold.

 

History framed by notes and beats,

In Deena's world, each rhythm repeats.

References made to cultures unknown,

A musical tapestry, uniquely sown.

 

Her hands on decks, a magic spell,

In tunes and tales, she'd always dwell.

A passion burning, fierce and bright,

In every note, a rebel's fight.

 

Deena Abdelwahed, a soul profound,

In Tunisia's heart, a rhythmic crown.

Through the underground, she found her way,

A musical journey, a night's ballet.

Στο 10 η Deena Abdelwahed και το '' Jbal Rrsas ج​ب​ل ا​ل​ر​ص​ا​ص''

 

Blogovision 2023: Στο Nottingham για Hog Roast και Black Sabbath ale στο Ye Olde Trip To Jerusalem Inn ή για χορό στο PRYZM?

Στο jukebox το Right Wing Beast 

You used to neck everything in sight

Down at the club on a Thursday night

It was five-O here, it was five-O there

It was really messy and we didn't really care

But what's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy

But what's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

Your tailored look isn't real anymore

You've actually just reversed into your neighbours' wall

I know you really haven't, but you know what I mean

Your head's full of sauce, you're a tin of baked beans

What's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy

But what's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

It's been here for ages

Death's stuck pages

Danger shuffle, watch that door

It's been 'ere forever

It makes the clever

Danger shuffle behind doors

It's been here for ages

Death's stuck pages

Danger shuffle, watch that door

It's been 'ere forever

It makes the clever

Danger shuffle behind doors

I thought about deleting you on socials

Because you keep coming in with stuff

And it's winding me up, to be honest

I never see ya, I don't want to either

I'll just end up coming 'round to your house

And I'll just stick my phone in your head

But what's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the aristocracy

But what's gone on, what can I see?

You're all getting mugged by the right wing beast, yeah

Στο 11 το UK GRIM των Sleaford Mods

 

Blogovision 2023: Στο 12 μια βραδιά στο Heart O' Chicago Motel

                                                         From Buenos Aires' clouds I soared,

To Chicago's shores, a transient bird.

The Heart O' Chicago, a motel quaint,

Where weary souls find respite and rearrange.

 

I checked in, my room a humble space,

A place to rest, a place of grace.

Outside, a smoker, silhouetted tall,

Jaimie Branch, a jazz maestro, answering my call.

 

We sparked a conversation, our voices low,

Of jazz odysseys, where melodies flow.

Panama's rhythms, Taipei's allure,

A symphony of sounds, the night wore on.

 

A hunger pang arose, a craving acute,

For local fare, a taste to suit.

Barrelman Tavern, a beacon bright,

Where cheese curds and Four Roses played their part in the night.

 

Over cocktails, our discussions flowed,

Indonesia's experimental scene, the tale it bestowed.

Hours melted away, like clouds on the breeze,

Our laughter echoed, our spirits at ease.

 

The motel's embrace, a refuge so kind,

Where broken vinyl records the rhythm defined.

Giant clouds drifted, like dreams in the air,

A voice beckoned us, "Fly or die, oh so rare."

 

The dawn broke, a gentle embrace,

As we woke from dreams, our souls in a daze.

The Heart O' Chicago, a memory etched,

A night of music, stories, and souls connected.

Στο 12 η Jaimie Branch και το Fly or Die

 

Blogovision 2023: Στο 13 Στην Σανγκάη oι άπιστοι φοράνε Πράσινα Καπέλα

                                                  In the realm of music, where sounds entwine,

Tzusing's Green Hat, a journey defined.

From China's storied past, a tale unfolds,

Of love, betrayal, and stories untold.

 

The green hat, a symbol of shame,

A mark of infidelity, a burning flame.

In the dance of rhythm and pulsing beat,

Tzusing unveils the truth that's bittersweet.

 

The male's insecurity, a burden to bear,

The societal norms that men must adhere.

From patriarchal norms to possessive desires,

Tzusing delves into the depths of their fires.

 

With sonic intensity, he pierces the soul,

Unveiling the dissonance, making it whole.

The dancefloor becomes a platform to speak,

Where outsiders unite, their voices to seek.

 

From funky hard drums to uptempo's glee,

Tzusing's music, a vibrant symphony.

From filial endure to ruthlessness's sting,

The album's evolution, a musical king.

 

In the depths of fear, where minds race and twist,

Tzusing's Green Hat, a masterpiece that persists.

A symphony of sound, emotions entwined,

In this dance of chaos, where truth is enshrined.

Στο 13 ο Μαλεσιανός Tzusing με την πειραματική ματιά του στην ιστορία της Αρχαίας Κίνας και τις επιρροές της στη σημερινή κουλτούρα και τις συμπεριφορές σχετικά με την έρωτα και την πιστότητα, το 绿帽 Green Hat