THE JOHN WOO

JOHNWOO, frantic gun cotton punk. A 44 magnum shot directly to the brain. Uncovered nerv bioconnect with american 1967 garage. Spaghetti western soundtracks shooted on the moon. BOOM BOMM. Which music do the martian surfers listen? The MISFITS? The DEAD KENNEDYS? The JOHNWOO? Everybody knows Duane Eddy was of greek origins, but who knows that the surf music was originally inspired from the folk tunes of the Nabuk planet? BANG. The musical pills of the Johnwoo. Zen for your ears. Punk-zen. My god! Explosions sent back to an infinite movieolae that starts in the Venice highway and ends up there, among the stars. Among toxic cats and mutant dogs. Zombie brains and drunk aliens. DEVO-lution. Comodore 64. Highway 61. The 69 position. Rock'n'roll never an end in itself. ELVIS. But now we are talkin' about divinity. And about anphetamines. VELOCITY VELOCITY VELOCITY. Slow-motions guns like the drumsticks of a Trixon '60es drumset, that hit the drumheads quickly and roaring. TUM-CIAK STA-TA-TUM. And the SBRAAAANG of an Eko guitar stolen from agents behind the Iron Curtain. And the Precision bass instills an apparent calm into you, the Meazzi keyboard rend you with its PUNK-WAVE razor-cuts. BZZ BZZ. The broadcast is very noisy now. Few minutes left. Aliens are closer now. The JOHNWOO will play for them. In some minutes you'll realize it...AHAHAHAH!!!
JENNY LUPA, Musica Aliena Prod.