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Reviews for "Moors In The City of Light (Drunken Housewife Mix)"

Moors In The City of Light (D...
by Kaer Trouz
Recommends (21)
Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 8:39 AM

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permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 12:54 PM
It still rocks though and has a great drive. I like it!
permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 4:37 PM
Hell yeah……way to garage it up!
permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 5:37 PM
4 on the floor drums and garage/mod raunchiness, and somehow it all works out in the middle. I’ve been listening to the Who quite a bit as of late, and the White Album, how on earth did you know?
permalink   Kaer Trouz Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 5:43 PM
My clairvoyance is so strong it penetrates the Canadian border.I love Quadrophenia BTW, I still have 2 copies on vinyl.
permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 6:25 PM
I’m really glad you did this. I looked at this before I did my Pitx mix and felt it was another great vibe but needed the right vocal to go with it.

It now has the right vocal!

Great and grundgy and an all round dirty affair!!
permalink   Kaer Trouz Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 6:34 PM
wow cool- I almost didn’t post this- I have been sitting on it for a while- but then the biscuits thing this morning made me think, hey not so serious all the time- lighten and dirty it up.
permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 7:53 PM
This is so much fun! - reminds me of Saturday afternoon jam sessions in small town watering holes on the western Canadian prairies. Those were the days …
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:28 PM
they were indeed
btw robot girlfriend is the bomb
I have to get about reviewing it
allready on the ipod
and the pic is super sexy
permalink   spinmeister Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 10:37 PM
thanks KT - you sure know how to make me blush - and it’s not the first time either :-)
permalink   Fri, Jul 18, 2008 @ 9:04 PM
Yeah, its nice and raw, nice bit of attitude. Very happy listening to this.
ditto ditto
permalink   Sat, Jul 19, 2008 @ 12:03 AM
Genius..genius…I really love you in “rockeuse”..
J’aime bien quand tu es en colère..”
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:29 PM
Bissez vous qt
permalink   Sat, Jul 19, 2008 @ 4:34 AM
this is f****** cool (this the second time i m using the word F****** today)

permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:30 PM
anytime the f888 word can be employed, I am down with it
permalink   Sat, Jul 19, 2008 @ 8:45 AM
Rock on!
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:30 PM
the duck is sadly out of synch with this, but he’s still yellow and fluffy
permalink   Sun, Jul 20, 2008 @ 5:48 AM
what a release - I wish every “bad” girl was as good as you. I really got the impression of a very contemporary “La belle Dame sans merci” - all in black, sunglasses at night, sitting at the cafe, snuffing out a cigarette butt and licking her lips in triumph. Rave, Rage and Rock on.
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:31 PM
I wish every good girl were as bad (hahah)
releasey for sure
pretty not so much
permalink   Mon, Jul 21, 2008 @ 6:54 PM
Fantastic, just fantastic! I read the lyrics for this one a few days ago and didn’t get around to listening until tonight, but even the lyrics floored me. You are one amazing woman. You definitely should let it all loose more often, you can more than get away with it :-). Two lit lighters up!
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:32 PM
Don’t burn your little fingers. And thanks but I am usually unrestrained, this one just especially showy….
permalink   Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 1:18 PM
Didn’t hear this until today because i’ve been in vacations. It has been a great surprise for me, when i uploaded wicked noodles i couldn’t imagine that somebody could sing with it because it is “very instrumental”, but you have realized an excellent work. I like a lot:
1. The voice and melody. No frills, one of the most fresh and energic pellas i’ve heard in the site.
2. The beats that you added, they’re like the salt in a food.
3. That you were a secret fan of me and the Breakfast at Tiffany’s style photo :-)

permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:33 PM
Yeha Pitx. I always love your guitar- I heard the melody right away. The pic is me at about 11 at night be famously camera shy- but I will Take Audrey any day of the week.
permalink   Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 8:36 PM
Nice work Ms. Trouz. I’ve said this many times before but I’ll say it again. You really have your own unique sound. I always look forward to hearing more material and ideas from you. : )
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:34 PM
well mr cameron laswell hero of my mix life

permalink   Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:23 PM
“Enid!”, he said, with exasperation dripping from his voice like condensation on a glass of Nebraska iced tea, “you can’t just go waltzing into every dank bar in the Latin Quarter asking French strangers how to get to the Louvre!”

She brought him to silence with a quick pantomimed “shush!” and an index finger raised like a pointer.

“Harold, they’re singing in English! In English! This is the first place we’ve been where the people don’t pretend they don’t speak English!”

Something in the throbbing sound called to him, like a lamb calling to a lost lion cub.

“It may be English, Enid”, he replied, “but the most French English I’ve ever heard. Do you hear that talk? It’s, it’s….French! Positively, obscenely, French! French sung in English!”

She started to tap her fingers on the coach purse “French, English,
whatever”, she screamed, her voice a nasal wail above even the raucous rhythm, “it’s REAL music, it’s MC5, it’s punk, it’s our teenage years!”

“Enid, there ain’t no Moors with blue finger marks on their throats in MY LP collection”, Harold whined with all the confidence of a man who believed he lived in a nation of whiners.

“Harold, don’t you get it?” she screamed, with a force he found frightening and titillating, “we CAME to Paris for this, and nothing but this! We didn’t come for the Louvre, or the boat on the Seine, or great big houses owned by people with very small minds. We came for this wildness, for this gut-check thing, for this thing we used to have when we rode in your Chevy and we didn’t have tuition to pay. We came to really LIVE, and right here, right now, right between us, this is living!”

He looked at her, confused. Then he took her by the hand, squeezed her fingers gently while she tapped out the beat on her Coach purse, and then led her in the general direction of the Eiffel Tower.
But who can say what impact art can have? That night, over dinner, dawn broke upon his countenance like so many sunny marital intimate thoughts.

I love it when you have fun like this. The vocal fx work very well here.
permalink   Kaer Trouz Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 9:42 PM
ok this is strange and funny and a little spooky. The song is based upon a real experience (oops) and a few years later I brought my new husband to Paris- with a coach bag my sister gave me. In the early days however, to be young, loud, outrageous and edgy and there- unbelievable. You gotta swim half naked in the Fountain Trocadero when your body is still a wonderland- this is my advice to all 18 years olds out there reading this.
permalink   gurdonark Tue, Jul 22, 2008 @ 10:00 PM
My own Paris advice would be:
“leave behind the Paris of the novelists, the poets and the too-long-dried paintings. You’ll see them and drink them in and they will never be Paris for you. Instead, just look and listen and think and take it all in, and don’t process it too much with your preconceptions, and just live compassionately in the moment”—and perhaps that is my advice for Paris, Texas or even Pittsburgh, or for anywhere else, too.

note to self: “coach purse as metaphor—use again”.
permalink   Mon, Jul 28, 2008 @ 1:36 PM
Weeks ago I was on an exposition of former (70s) disco_s in my home area with an afterwards disco/party where all the former djs put their records on the turntable. I am not sure yet, but I really feel this amazing track was beneath all these wonderful RocknRoll tracks, or coud have been! :-)
permalink   Sat, Aug 23, 2008 @ 11:19 AM
really enjoyed every minute of this! what can I say, lost for words??! excellent work!!