tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22566780077453542392024-11-08T07:35:10.563-08:00Reflections of our world in the broken mirror of musicAttila Korsóshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14506505286630540108noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2256678007745354239.post-64940806591323659462010-05-09T17:01:00.000-07:002010-06-22T03:41:55.331-07:00

When it comes to my musical taste, people often ask why don't I like mainstream pop bands if I admit that their music is catchy or even to my liking. The reason is that almost every time I recognize a popular song as being good music, I find that there is no real emotion or self-expression driving it. Popular songs are usually assembled by professionals with the sole purpose of entertainment for

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In today's manifestation of the whirlwind of genres and songs inside my skull, I will guide you to a land that you might find surprising to be a source of dark music. Take my hand and follow me into the vast and endless desert sands of Egypt, into the dusty and skin-crawling gravevaults of pharaohs, and to the soothing balm of the oases' waters. One of the world's leading and most succesful

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All you dark-hearted and open-minded lovers of the colder aspects and infrequently treaded paths of Mother Nature must be quite excited by now, for next Monday, a trio from over the seas will grace our humble city with a celebration of the womb we all came from and of the darker and more twisted creatures originating from the same source. This undoubtedly underground, but unquestionably prominent

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Time is of the essence. People rushing through the street, their steps knocking faster and faster against the plaster. Always faster. Do you ever have time to stop to think? I've heard these lines a couple of times before. Everybody complains about the pace of our age, but I didn't believe it. And now, as I'm starting to turn into an adult, I feel it. I'm "out" all day, coming here, going there,

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As you have probably guessed from the stepping stones of our common path here at aRternative, your humble guide is a huge collector of less-known musical delicacies usually from the darker side. I am also one of the very few remaining specimens of a species that is threatened by extinction: the music buyer. In our Internet and download dominated world, some might find it weird or at least unusual

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Well, this is already the third episode of this so far not quite terrifying wormhole ride, and I haven't yet shown you anything really weird or twisted so it's high time I opened up some darker doors. This time, I would like to guide you back to a wednesday night, the 17th of March into the belly of one of the most professional party and concert places in Budapest, the A38 ship. One of the

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Everything that is broken needs remedy. A vase has to be glued together. A cloth has to be sewn. Broken skin has to be bandaged. And broken hearts also need repair. With hearts however, restoration is not that easy. It differs from person to person. Some of them drink, some of them hide, some of them weep, some of them write. And some of them listen to music. I wouldn't like to bore you to sleep

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I wondered for long about what nightmarish torrent of sound should I unleash upon the dear readers in the first installment of this (wanting-to-be-)oh-so-strange musical diary of dreams, and I came to the conclusion that it would be wiser not to scare the audience away with an audio-abomination already at the beginning. While skipping through my compendium of musical journeys, I finally

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Greetings, my dearest Inexperienced Spiral Traveller and allow me to already beg your apologies for calling you inexperienced. However, the fragments of the maelstrom in my skull that will appear here week after week will unquestionably prove that the twisted world of music you don't hear on MTV or in the radio has immense diversity to it. You will probably encounter shocking, disgusting or

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