How Serious Is Herpes In The Nose Or Eyes?

Monsalve - Mecha

Occasionally discs in Venezuela appear to be grateful. It is not easy in a market as ambiguous as ours play an album that sounds cool addition we present a proposal to break the canons and also represents an opportunity to believe in the music made here.

Raúl Monsalve is a leading Venezuelan bassist, known to many as the bassist for KRE, this phenomenal project whose only two albums have garnered rave reviews worldwide. Raul

This time we are presented only with an interesting album that makes apology to a number of Venezuelan idiosyncrasies give him standing to bring a wonderful fusion of jazz, dub, afrobeat, Latin rock and even drums on the coast. All represented in a round disc and without failure which has ended up becoming one of my favorites of 2009.

The album is entirely instrumental with one exception in 24/06/2007 piece is a recording of drums coast, the rest, pure fusion hard.

Led by PILL Records, a young seal that is gaining attention in the music scene in Venezuela, Monsalve is an album to be thankful for, things do not always go how are you.

Technical aspects

Produce ; Raul Monsalve

RECORD: Gustavo Guerrero, Jose Miguel "Chemi" Gutierrez, Alejandro "El Niño" Berti, Leo Cordova, Joseph "Chip" Martinez, Jesus "Chucho" Manzanares, Alexis "Kitchu" Rendon , Julio Andrade, Vladimir Pena, Nayin Paiva, Ruben D'hers, Irvin Perez, Jose Mata, Raul Monsalve

RECORDED: South Studio 11

Teleart

SOUND ENGINEERS: Jose Manuel Pinto, Jorge Herrera

MIX: Pablo Estacio, Jorge Herrera

MASTERING : German Landaeta Phaseland Study at

GRAPHIC: Metra

Tracklist:

Kaleta took

No Flammable

The Other Side 24/06/2007

Deo e'mono
Low Tide

Volatile

Marych

Tatequieto

How Serious Is Herpes In The Nose Or Eyes?

Monsalve - Mecha

Occasionally discs in Venezuela appear to be grateful. It is not easy in a market as ambiguous as ours play an album that sounds cool addition we present a proposal to break the canons and also represents an opportunity to believe in the music made here.

Raúl Monsalve is a leading Venezuelan bassist, known to many as the bassist for KRE, this phenomenal project whose only two albums have garnered rave reviews worldwide. Raul

This time we are presented only with an interesting album that makes apology to a number of Venezuelan idiosyncrasies give him standing to bring a wonderful fusion of jazz, dub, afrobeat, Latin rock and even drums on the coast. All represented in a round disc and without failure which has ended up becoming one of my favorites of 2009.

The album is entirely instrumental with one exception in 24/06/2007 piece is a recording of drums coast, the rest, pure fusion hard.

Led by PILL Records, a young seal that is gaining attention in the music scene in Venezuela, Monsalve is an album to be thankful for, things do not always go how are you.

Technical aspects

Produce ; Raul Monsalve

RECORD: Gustavo Guerrero, Jose Miguel "Chemi" Gutierrez, Alejandro "El Niño" Berti, Leo Cordova, Joseph "Chip" Martinez, Jesus "Chucho" Manzanares, Alexis "Kitchu" Rendon , Julio Andrade, Vladimir Pena, Nayin Paiva, Ruben D'hers, Irvin Perez, Jose Mata, Raul Monsalve

RECORDED: South Studio 11

Teleart

SOUND ENGINEERS: Jose Manuel Pinto, Jorge Herrera

MIX: Pablo Estacio, Jorge Herrera

MASTERING : German Landaeta Phaseland Study at

GRAPHIC: Metra

Tracklist:

Kaleta took

No Flammable

The Other Side 24/06/2007

Deo e'mono
Low Tide

Volatile

Marych

Tatequieto

Cyberhome Ch-dvr 1200

Remember

Cítate yourself at any time in this plant

agenda before it and bless all your masks anonymous man

Your maze of frosty meat ; Your

wandering madness

Remember dawn in the strands of the aurora as a Lesser God that Alexander

odor memory with old mine Dark and deep burns

bronchi and nerves in the light of the morning

As you know With scissors that make sound waves and merge

Before a stunned weather Loaded
moisture

With these electrical cables
This date

This sky Dale freedom to cast weave a dusty or bitter ocean

them off fever and long roots of your bones desorillada

Already summit sad enough in your shroud

Leaves carpets and hardly affordable shortcuts

sleep dreaming of gold wrist watches hectic fast

prodigious Juggler Never enough to elevate

walk on the waters of a country cursed and unknown lewd

Admit you break derramándote commonplace

known cornices Your profile , moth-eaten
radiographs

See how it takes all the wind Tell Your hands

Rosewood Open Your ears

Bellies illuminated with impotence

That body drag ; Yours Grammar beautiful

will bring a new language Pulmonary ; Perhaps warm

[Photo by Brassai]

Cyberhome Ch-dvr 1200

Remember

Cítate yourself at any time in this plant

agenda before it and bless all your masks anonymous man

Your maze of frosty meat ; Your

wandering madness

Remember dawn in the strands of the aurora as a Lesser God that Alexander

odor memory with old mine Dark and deep burns

bronchi and nerves in the light of the morning

As you know With scissors that make sound waves and merge

Before a stunned weather Loaded
moisture

With these electrical cables
This date

This sky Dale freedom to cast weave a dusty or bitter ocean

them off fever and long roots of your bones desorillada

Already summit sad enough in your shroud

Leaves carpets and hardly affordable shortcuts

sleep dreaming of gold wrist watches hectic fast

prodigious Juggler Never enough to elevate

walk on the waters of a country cursed and unknown lewd

Admit you break derramándote commonplace

known cornices Your profile , moth-eaten
radiographs

See how it takes all the wind Tell Your hands

Rosewood Open Your ears

Bellies illuminated with impotence

That body drag ; Yours Grammar beautiful

will bring a new language Pulmonary ; Perhaps warm

[Photo by Brassai]

Paintball Hand Guns That Look Real

Nothing can your lips asphalt and torch-light Surrounded

and inappetence without remedy Sewn night

Entangled in exact truths

death stunned in your shirt will nest the esparto

car brand and its fiery embrace

Ah

the world can no longer be conceived in

tree leaves burning in the throat

grass on advanced chips without thinking

Luce to our necks in spite abandoned

But this fall will be sweeter than other

Our weaknesses are intact

celebrate the greatness of his vast domain

We can sit on the edge of life in abeyance

And forget that we were angels Allow

threads remain invisible to our satisfaction

While our heads are strangling

You love the cities that succumb

to hide Your heart cradled in a vessel sleepwalker Browse

hungry silence

Browse giving back to the days

That rain floods on rooftops

underground

Your wounds have gnawed the less

The limit at the end of all your pockets

Returning to the land In Giving encouragement

delusional

string into an abyss of Bone Precursor

knots groping

orbits

deliciously minty fragile lyric

Infinite barns where they go to die Your secrets shooting

telegraph signals

Your

About you hide your shy office

Half

Half tragedy arises

hesitant delivery route Portrait of the street lost

Where overwinters in amazement

And born as tire smoke you wit

Under a policy embraced exile

Weaver stars on sheets of snow

Where

nourish your bare back

Alone Safe are your joints boreal

From humble tin soldier and lucid

Safe your look in the south of the page

As a Christ of ice exploded and poor

is another place where heaven lies continue pouring

as pebble or hail

Here

locks dams

inevitable looming on our horizon mercy of insomnia

But neither reflect the pale streetlight

Of your beautiful arms of granite and wire

[rayogram of Man Ray]

Paintball Hand Guns That Look Real

Nothing can your lips asphalt and torch-light Surrounded

and inappetence without remedy Sewn night

Entangled in exact truths

death stunned in your shirt will nest the esparto

car brand and its fiery embrace

Ah

the world can no longer be conceived in

tree leaves burning in the throat

grass on advanced chips without thinking

Luce to our necks in spite abandoned

But this fall will be sweeter than other

Our weaknesses are intact

celebrate the greatness of his vast domain

We can sit on the edge of life in abeyance

And forget that we were angels Allow

threads remain invisible to our satisfaction

While our heads are strangling

You love the cities that succumb

to hide Your heart cradled in a vessel sleepwalker Browse

hungry silence

Browse giving back to the days

That rain floods on rooftops

underground

Your wounds have gnawed the less

The limit at the end of all your pockets

Returning to the land In Giving encouragement

delusional

string into an abyss of Bone Precursor

knots groping

orbits

deliciously minty fragile lyric

Infinite barns where they go to die Your secrets shooting

telegraph signals

Your

About you hide your shy office

Half

Half tragedy arises

hesitant delivery route Portrait of the street lost

Where overwinters in amazement

And born as tire smoke you wit

Under a policy embraced exile

Weaver stars on sheets of snow

Where

nourish your bare back

Alone Safe are your joints boreal

From humble tin soldier and lucid

Safe your look in the south of the page

As a Christ of ice exploded and poor

is another place where heaven lies continue pouring

as pebble or hail

Here

locks dams

inevitable looming on our horizon mercy of insomnia

But neither reflect the pale streetlight

Of your beautiful arms of granite and wire

[rayogram of Man Ray]