Peruvian proto-punk from 1965.
Reminds me of 13th Floor Elevators. I.E. Really good.
Probably a reason why I love winter so much is that when I have a migraine, it’s relieving to walk outside in the snow. I always put cold packs on my head when I have a migraine, so the outside world just becomes one big, refreshing pain reliever. I think, if I’m not mistaken, my migraines are caused by a rapid expansion of blood vessels, so the cold probably helps constrict them.
Also, snow just looks magical, so that’s a bonus.Edit: Apparently, that might not be true about the blood vessel thing: http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/3131778
Still, cold helps the pain.
Expressionist post-punk sea shanty.
Pere Ubu forever and always.
Unfortunate band name, but they were the anti-racist, anti-facist kind of skinheads at least.
Basically, anything by Klaus Dinger post-Neu! is an underrated gem.
Also, towards the end, he was really rocking the Rasputin look.
This is Nefrennsli, an Icelandic punk band which the current mayor of Reykjavik, Jón Gnarr, was in.
Jón Gnarr is also an outspoken LGBT rights activist, a stand-up comedian, and he’s said he’d never enter a coalition government with anyone who hasn’t seen The Wire.
…I need to get Rosetta Stone: Icelandic version right now.
Saw Quintron years ago at the Biltmore and it was amazing.
Seeing how he’s a New Orleans native, I was hoping he would show up in Treme but I had doubts. Sure enough, HE DID, AND PLAYED THIS SONG.
I love Treme, and I love Quintron.