Berlingske's Henrik Queitsch's review [
ekstrabladet.dk]
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'You Got The Silver'. Selv pakket ind i Keiths gravballerøst. Så kunne man altid tage en tissepause under 'I Wanna Hold You'.
#'You Got The Silver'. Rolled into Keith's Living Dead-voice. And the pee break could be located to 'I Wanna Hold You'.
Knivskarpt (# Razor blade sharpened)
Og tricket med at rulle en scene midt ud blandt publikum under 'Miss You' virker. Hver gang.
# And the trick with rolling out the stage among the audience under MU
works. Every time.
'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll'. Behøver jeg sige mere? '(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction' ville i hvert fald være en decideret løgn. 'Honky Tonk Woman' badet i knivskarp strengeleg. Flere af dem. Og al sympati til djævlens musik, når den bliver spillet så satans godt.
# 'It's Only Rock 'n' Roll'. DFo I need to say more? '(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction' would anyhow be a dedicated lie. HTW swam in glimmery
knife-sharpened stringplays. Many were they. And all sympathy to the
Devil's music, when its played so diabolically good.
'Paint It Black'. Med tykke strøg. 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' giver endnu en gang baghjul til ethvert andet såkaldt rockband i denne og alle andre kendte galakser. 'Brown Sugar', hvor har du dog lært at danse så godt?
# PIB. With thick lines. JJF delivers once again a back wheel for
a few others so called rock bands in this and other known galaxies.
BS, where did you learn to dance so good?
Urørlige (# Untouchable)
Glem alt om pengene. Selv om de sikkert er en behagelig sideeffekt. Gravballedrengene var igen inde og røre i musikkens ursuppe. Helt nede, hvor magien opstår. Man tror nærmest ikke sine egne ører.
# Forget all about the money. Even if they certainly consist a pleasant'side effect. The Living Dead boys once more went out and stirred into
the Ginnungagap Soup. Deep down to the very bottom,
where the Magics is born. You hardly believe your own ears.
Lur mig, om de ikke der kan finde kræfter til en omgang mere. Ellers ved jeg ikke, hvor de får det fra. Og må blot ydmygt konstatere, at som liveband i den vægtklasse er der stadig ingen, som kan røre Stones eller bare komme i nærheden.
# @#$%& me, if they cannot find more energy to another round down there.
Otherwise it beats me, where they fetch it. And one has to state,
humbly, that as a live band in this weight class there are still
nooone, who can beat the Stones nor come anywhere close them.
Jeg bukker mig ydmygt i støvet. Selv uden 'Midnight Rambler'.
# I humbly bow in the dust. Also without MR.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2007-08-06 19:01 by Baboon Bro.