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Translated from French to English by www.google.com - See original here
It is because I had listened to some extracts of Meet The Bellrays in Fnac which I left my lethargic retirement to go to Marseilles to see them in concert. All the observers were unanimous: they are animals of scene. The inrocks even had been just split of a praise on two pages (it should be said that Bellrays are programmed with the festival of Inrocks) which I read only afterwards. In short, all the signals were with the green and it is the light heart which we left in forwarding to the Station to Crystal, small room full with the best memories in concert (I saw there the memorable concerts of Sleater-Kinney and Elliott Smith).
There was a first perfectly unknown part, The Sailors. Four types with the banal pace, of the holes full jeans, with Tee-shirts without form, which seized without complex the scene to level us of a furious and jouissif punk-rock'n'roll. No the bass player, two guitarists, a beater and an approximate organist who always seemed to engage Sister ray of Velvet (and which answers the soft name of Géronimo). One was entitled to discharges of guitar, ease, refrains worthy of Ramones ( Your cock, my Ass , Abattoir blues , I punch you... with the best of my cock or a trick like that). In short, these heteromosexuals Australian, as they indicate themselves, played us all the turns of the jouissif punk-rock'n'roll as if they were with each song the inventors. And I did not regret having come.
For more on this gig see above website...
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