Of all the primitive pantheon dall'oltrespazio crowding my rock 'n' roll, Leighton Koizumi, already leader of the Gravediggers V, and now frontman of Morlocks, is surely better off in terms of master. This is exactly what we discussed on the evening of the concert as he made our entry into an Artists' Club populated by unlikely characters drawn more dall'allettante offer Up to You - which sounds more or less what you think pay - that the actual interest Morlocks. On the other hand we know, the crisis of rock 'n' roll in Rome is a serious affair, there is no shortage of punk rockers, and every opportunity like this comes down to a fashion show in which consolidate public relations, show off new tattoo or simply carry on its business of presenteeism full-time.
arrive who have already played the Illuminati are elected, I have not understood why, in his opening official of any garage rock band they are gravitating to the orbit of the capital, their incongruous beat Catholic or comediavolosichiama also opened the concert by Seeds Sky Saxon lamented. 
beginning of the concert, that's true, we are indeed in a few crowded below the stage, most of presenteeism above were in the courtyard of the local beer from setteuro in hand, oblivious to the pandemonium that Mr. Koizumi is unleashing inside. Iggy Pop The US-Japan (sputtanatissima definition, but unfortunately true), that in the late 90s it was rumored even had disappeared under mysterious circumstances after a matter of drugs, is much younger and better-dressed of the original Detroit, black comes along, and materializes on stage, straight hair drooping over his eyes almond-shaped frame ghgno a sneer. On tour to present the latest work, "the Morlocks play Chess", pun on the fact that the entire album consists of covers of hits of the historic label Chess Records, the band magnetize our attention by proposing a revision of classic Bo Diddley and John Lee Hooker, among others. The singing of our risen, a veritable phoenix of garage rock, it sounds different, less acid than the shrill sounds that we had been accustomed to, but certainly more attractive, mature and suitable for the blues that Koizumi on plasma and distorts wisely, permeating the 'atmosphere with echoes and reverberations, reaching the climax of the paroxysm when it engages in "Who Do You Love" that made the primordial and left turns in a local tavern where they consume Louisiana grisly black magic rituals, or when it repeats one of the most famous pieces of the Californian band, the touching "My friend the bird," directed by "Submerged Alive", a brilliant fake live 80s, and so on, alternating also quite rare pieces known as "I'm a man" exquisitely tailored, in a job that allows me to define almost "philology" of rock'n'roll. The evening, unfortunately, ends soon, the time for an encore and mezzanottemmezza everyone to bed, on the other hand we know the direction of the Circus (I) of the Artists, compliance with the orders of the Mayor about public safety and order, would never allow to disturb the sleep of the neighborhood, but we, with our shirts sweaty, scraped from the throat and screams can still hear the noise, go away happy to have witnessed the production of a legend by no means vanished. 
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