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march 11th, 2010
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october 19th, 2009
|8mm (italy) #8mm 037 lp|
virginia genta / chris corsano “the live in lisbon” long playing record
- some birds are free people (17:50)
- lost place at sunset (9:35)
- slate explosion (6:30)
|september 2009 release ; blistering set of duets from jooklo duo / neokarma jooklo trio / sextet / octet / jooklo finnish quartetís virginia genta (here on impressively lung-destroying sax, plus flute & the occasional demonically-posessed vocals) & chris corsano, recorded on the roof of the ze dos bois gallery / theater / club (yep, the same place my ďrecorded in lisbonĒ set was captured) in the open portuguese night sky, where both concert-goers and anyone living / working within a 1/2 mile radius were welcome to soak-in the fire-music rays ... the recording is wind-blown & quite hot ; the hell-on-earth energy of the music perfectly encapsulated ... highly recommended !!!|
ps. the lp comes as a paste-on on an acid-free jacket, with stickers applied to the generic inner-sleeve (see below) - as always with lucaís editions, thereís a fair amount of variance from copy to copy ; those prone to crippling condition anger, please steer clear as thereís really no such thing as an ďideal copyĒ here, or anywhere for that matter ...
8mm 037: virginia genta / chris corsano - the live in lisbon - 12" vinyl - new!
what happens when two stars collide? an interstellar collaboration out of this galaxy! here in this new fantastic lp from virginia genta (of jooklo fame) and chris corsano (arguably considered 'the last drummer on earth'), both musicians put blood, sweat, and lots of muscle into three new wildly charged cuts!!!!†
the album begins at sunset on a terrace in lisbon (summer 2008) with ferocious sax and drums escalating as the sun sets with chris' incredible drum solo leaving everyone in a trance, while virginia's vocals evoke the spirits of the birds who join this bizarre duo hypnotized, creating some of the weirdest sounds ever listened!
turn to b side and you are in the streets of marrakesh, with cobras spitting at you from baskets, donkeys staggering past under the weight of gigantic loads, men crowding around cock fights, yelling at their bets under the din. then the final moment, with genta blowing like a volcano in eruption, and chris' hyperkinetic drumming collapsing into pure maniacal machine-gun destruction!