Tons of friends. 
Take the last of halving Crookers and thinning is good and right thing to get the album of the summer, the Italian duo debut aged less exalted with all the tracks are supported by an unbelievably artists tonne of distinguished guests and friends. The cut, the end of the instantaneous recycling ' Remedy', is due all'insipidezza of tracks belonging to the second half of this flow, tasted here and there in the past, or most likely value of the collaboration of the first dozen miss the next hit. What are these names? Running in the network do not know how, and, after a long wait, check with your ears all right if it satisfies. The Soulwax to give away, and crème Kelis dell'rnb last year to follow, but especially the return of Roisin Murphy , away from the limelight for years, and the discovery Rye Rye who sincerely on my cleave the ass to all of them (including MIA and Uffie). The latter, of the same age as myself, the flow rather than aggressive, singing hip-hop changed on the basis of a that, still in progress, changes in dubstep bomb had not realized how much I miss those two like them certain sounds of the moment: a crown for the queen of the combinations. The more or less the same happens with the doll Irish unmistakable flavor in a mash like this: 'Hold Up Your Head ' and even more ' Royal T' (with dizzying synth and vocal), retro raise current, paid care with sound evidence to the contrary in the show turned into dj-set, very unusual for a star like that. With the addition of a base "stolen" and prepared in French Yelle, the recovery of ' Put Your Hands On Me ' and the contribution of our national Dargen D'Amico (including the bonus track smash), the already hard enough to everyone, and yet so on and so forth, but a further list (negative) would be quite useless. What makes and do not see is actually the optimal mix that, like the sound made it clear and clean from their infancy, makes a product like this far outweighs any business found by (alleged) claims underground. Quell'acerba enough reneged in its entirety and is therefore already fully digested after a regular weekend dependence listening. The verdict is a great figure for which we can be proud just to read the tracklist. Italians do it better.
Music by: Crookers
Photo by: Danxzen
Dr. Linus. 
If, among those missing, there is the character able to revive the fortunes of a series gone wrong after a perfect beginning and inevitable, that's Benjamin Linus, fattened and maimed a certain ferocity affected by the feelings this time, if the island had left. The act thus manifests itself in the form of redemption, achieved through the double escape from the ruthless order of preference only to itself: on one side with the ransom to save his life and bright future of Alex, the other with the choice ( never unconditional) to antagonize the source of all evil, and many other predators have easy success. Dr. Linus would be really great figure, with his kind words for each welcome, with its delusions of every man who has been given for winning, sad and funny at the same time, with heavy care, barely tolerable but inescapable, a personality that only begins when to be reflected in that of real regret, finally agreed and made the other one to (almost) all respects. The skill, however, lies elsewhere, or better in many Skips. E 'unassailable and monumental fact the yield of all that once again stunned me and anyone else who receives real cold when the final notes touch the soul and evoking memories, now the big ending, the succession of all that was so amounts to nothing, in all its exclusivity as it is simply disarming. At the turning point waiting, imagined spasmodic, pays for itself in a slow and short of exhaustion, the intensity of which escapes from under discussion, featuring security as far back as the beginning. So these are the last legs, and I have to get used to it more than acceptable. So, this way I hope and I intend to return on time with synchronous resonance free to express the next, and counted, events, with the hope that continues on the current line. Redeemed is Linus, Linus is one of us.
Music by: Michael Giacchino
Photo by: ABC
The western blue. 
Someone has finally found the "western blue . They were months of diligent research and sick, but salvation was, because with all those pills, medicine without effect, the continuation would become torture, cancer and then getting worse. So now it's shot, but it (with the passing of whining) is manifested differently, not necessarily under the name of "return" , from bitter that the first couple minutes strongly towards a new claim status, evolution, involution, a transformation, a change of course, a prequel and a sequel in the mind of his vecchiarda Mac, a bit insane as usual when it comes to being "solo ", and then themselves, however, in music, regardless of the label when hung in groups, filled with the desire for more noise, the noise goes to diversify. I mean that a patient suffering from dementia than once is still in full trauma, perhaps just the beginning of the same, with the orbits wide open and fixed on the blank and the dirty shirts to collect all the mites Bainco hospital. Therefore, this work is that the next time a lucid madness is latent, an increase in the actual sound manipulation of what might be termed an experiment by the thrill of age: beats dumb and maimed, sometimes invisible guitars from dirty to disgusting if not devoid of that sense, and as many piles of macabre storytelling reminiscent of crimes As branded in memory. So, if you already did last year due to fear that his grin istrionesco (appropriately rendered "melodious", hopping and cantabile), this one, the one that puts the blue of the American West, still terrified by playing their music battered, scarred, scratched and soiled as they could, in a primitive state of insanity and just over half an hour long. But what I could see pearls in the past, it still look pink at dusk or dawn the next day: 'Lava bones' is a fresco painted with colors that only later will be shouted everywhere, while the title track twists and the shock equal to delusions so already proven to be upset with the drool dripping on the floor. The flow from quake there, the machinery and the presence (with) too damned. Do not really miss anything to be able to attend, after seventeen months, the birth of their third child rabid Mac Blackout.
Music by: Mac Blackout
Photo by: Cammy Lou Who
There is love in you. 
To sing, dance and enjoy the latest creation by Kieran Hebden chewing it is not necessary long as I did. I could write and release the flavor and resonance-free even during the course of his first play, blindfolded with one eye (or ear) as already prepared by a 'Love Cry ' previous two months, hot enough to wanting to hear the mix with the rest, but I missed the moment, so I hide behind an excuse not strictly specific and defined as a protagonist with a succession of idle time and increasing to lazy to run after just behind. So only now comes the time of this disc, which is the result or the equation of the ease of listening and the incomprehensibility of composition: the work of magicians. Unleash colors, visions dance private lap dance in illustrated and animated version, released and propellers resonant echoes all around them (' Reversing '); that devilry, that laboratory brevity made crackling sounds, increasing from time in time to fill an empty space that otherwise would probably be suspended, because, quite frankly, it seems that the wonder British music as if they were assembling Lego toy, but a case with a poise and impeccable precision, sophisticated, foolproof if the intent is to hit and ground. Lying down it is easier to dream and follow the sonic vibrations that are shaped by information and get candy, not excluding the intricacies of a dream, always less than vigilant in order to be surprised and satisfied twice each revelation. And in this concentration extrappetitoso, revelations, there are many high peaks that, in addition to the aforementioned. Wasting good words from God knows who counted, caressed and too overly excited this time? How could you allow before such proportion and fairness? Here's masterpiece (touched) runs out marked the end of sleep and waking as well. As usual, no more vivid reminder of the journey has only just finished pieces, you can dig a little memory even if the sign somewhere, lawfully incidentally, resides. Four Tet wrote nine other tables in the open space and with an invisible pen.
Muisc by: Four Tet
Photo by: IHousephilly
