Come to think of it, Gogol Bordello may be one of the worst things you can take for a headache. Their self-described brand of "gypsy punk" sounds sort of like Flogging Molly with clown shoes, a killer moustache and a large, plastic bottle of Siberian Ice. Loud, frenetic and delightfully Eastern European.
I'm not so sure these rogues should have been permitted to leave the East Village. Nor do I think, sadly, that they'll have much shelf life once the novelty wears off. The live act looks to be a raucous shitshow, though. If they show up on your local music calendar, don't pass it up.
A few tracks off their most cracked-out discharge to date, Super Taranta!
Gogol Bordello—American Wedding
And the easy-listening title track from East Infection
That album cover just screams, "Buy me!"
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You've probably seen this by now, but I can't get enough of the Filipino prison "Thriller" throwdown. I can't imagine there's any butt sex going on inside those walls. Impressive, nonetheless.
A little extra "Thriller" for you, courtesy of Speak Low.
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You may have noticed some design changes to the Hole. I ditched the high-maintenence "what we're listening to" section on the right in lieu of a much handier Last.fm recently played chart. (If you haven't discovered Last.fm yet, get after it.)
My latest "podcast," which is basically just a mixtape, is also chilling somewhere over there. You should be able to play it right from the page.
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