FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD!
by TEAM PRESENTS
FWYH
ARTiST....[ Rome
TiTLE.....[ Hell Money
GENRE.....[ Folk
LABEL.....[ Trisol
KHZ.......[ 44,1
MODE......[ 231kbps / Joint-Stereo
ENCODER...[ Lame 3.98.4
REL.DATE..[ 10.23.2012
Nr. TRACK TiME:
_____________________________________________________________
01?Tangier Fix ?02:50
02?Fester ?03:56
03?This Silver Coil ?05:21
04?Rough Magic ?04:25
05?Among The Wild Boys ?02:47
06?Amsterdam, The Clearing ?03:18
07?Silverstream ?03:12
08?Tightrope Walker (Wild Milk) ?03:38
09?Pornero ?02:41
10?Golden Boy ?04:02
11?Red-Bait ?01:52
12?The Demon Me (Come Clean) ?05:10
TOTAL PLAYTiME (MiN):?43:12
[RELEASENOTES]
Review
"Hell Money" is different. You've probably known ROME as an
entity creating an invigorating meta-political, para-religious
universe, functioning according to its own code and incorporating
all kinds of elements from history to philosophy and musical
expressions into one catchy collection of songs within an
industrial-ish, brainy collage. "Hell Money" is different. You've
most likely heard Jerome's voice as coming from the depths of
pan-European wisdom, toying with poetic elements from
expressionism to post-modernism, with each word of poetry sucking
you way more into a sweet world of oblivion, a soothing chanson
crooner indebted to the traditions American and European folk.
"Hell Money" is different. You've come to love ROME's concept
collages, shedding new light on the realities of the world and
its history, whilst giving a voice to the downtrodden. "Hell
Money" is ?yet again ?different.
"Hell Money" is an emotional tour-de-force through the twisted
inner workings of a tormented individual. A journey into a heart
of sadness, where greed, addiction and self-immolation have taken
their toll on sanity. The songs remain fragmentary and crude. The
voice on this album is not the voice of reason, it is an
individual unashamed, yet deeply tormented by the demons that
have come to haunt it. The music is built primarily by an anger-
driven acoustic guitar and a voice bereft of poetic hipness. No
martial drums, no retro-sampling, but drums and sampling
nonetheless. "Hell Money" is sparse, crude, intimate, sick... and
ultimately honest.
