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No SoluctioN

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Released: Jan 1, 1978

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Genre: Punk
Location IT
Profile Views: 56465
Last Login: 10/24/2010
Member Since 10/27/2006
Website www.thegreatcomplotto.it
Record Label Compact Cassette ECHO
Bio
Hitlerss..................skate like elvis...the vinil IS SOLD OUT...... 1977 ..........davvero non sapevamo suonare .......ma eravamo incazzati....... e provavamo a dirlo in modo veloce e con rabbia........ con chitarre sempre scordate......... eravamo solo dei teppisti che annusavano l'aria........... solo dei teppisti in giro per le strade........ ci è venuta così.........
Members
....MisS xoX - the voice+ROMmelectric guitar.. ..Pastic girl - drumorse howls .. ..Sid delicious - electric bassnotes .. ..Paris - electric guitar effects ..
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No politics here, just attitude.Stay young and live forever.
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Hitlerss................skate like elvis we really couldn’t play...but we were young.....we were furious.....against everything and everybody...... we tried to say it fast, with rage, with joy.... we sniffed the air.....and like us, many others in Europe and throughout the world..... we tried to get it across with sounds and voices converting hastily and heatedly what we felt we walked down the streets pursuing our burps competitions trying to depict our days in a Europe packed with new sounds thoughts that turned into sounds within few phrases...within few words perhaps I wanted to say it faster, clearer, angrier.....but we really couldn’t play.....we couldn’t even speak..... we were just yobs sniffing the air... just yobs hanging around the streets.....with inexpensive guitars that we could never get in tune....we hardly knew 3 chords.....but those 3 chords were always perfect to us...... this is how it turned out... ......... my name is pLASTiC........a name that drew itself on me........ ....well yeah!.... my name is pLASTiC......a 14 year old kid......who walked down the stairs of a block of flats scraping the handrails, singing Kiss songs and banging on everything I found in my way...... the first time I saw xoX....he was walking down the street....he was being naughty, whistling at girls.....and I thought to myself.... “fuck!....look, another asshole like myself!....” ein, zwei , drei........banzai!.... HitlersS…..1977…..1978….1979…… fast days….. 45 rpm…. ein, zwei , drei........banzai! HitlersS yell that punk is here, within our towns…..our neighbourhood…our planet…… ............in 1978, together with Tampax they quickly begin the recording of a split, a vinyl that will make history as the first ever Italian punk record….. ....afterwards........ we find HitlersS-Tampax again and many more audio-thugs in The Great Complotto .......Pordenone HitlersS split inside “Andy Warhol' banana Technicolor” e “Waalt Diisneey production”) ........my name is miSs xoX…..a name that sounds weird….complicated…as I am a complicated guy….simple and complicated….. ……the first time I saw PlastiC he was still attending secondary school, a kid into Kiss who spitted, grunted and scratched his balls a lot.....he banged his drum sticks on every single object he came across….. and I thought……… “Wow!.......here’s the perfect device!”...... I decided to nick-name the lad “Plastic” and later added “Girl” just to give it a restless touch……… plasTic and I…. guitar, vocals and drums, from there on, we were……HiTlersS.... .....hanging around the streets, plaStiC giRL banging his drum sticks on each railing and bin and myself, making up lyrics in some sort of English as we went along, yelling with my ungainly voice….nevertheless reflecting our rage and the joy of our day….up and down like a pinball….like a couple of thugs….whistling at girls and pursuing our burps competitions…..in love with The Stooges……twisted as Iggy Pop…entire afternoons….entire nights….clung to mike stands, to guitars out of tune and butchered drums…trying very hard to convey all the exploding inner rage into music but without succeeding in converting anything into a song… this was probably the reason why we wrote dozens of songs each day ….. “listen to my new song….it’s exactly like the previous one!”....... ......hanging around with Tampax (Ado and Gibson), our eternal rivals…... we came up with our own conquest strategy…….. we were constantly kicked out of all rehearsal studios as only the so called musicians were allowed to exhibit their musical skilfulness….but for us no hitch was ever a problem…… if they’d kick your ass out of the door…..you’d walk back in….you’d kick the door down…and you’d let them hear your new sound….your new thought …. anything we managed to contemplate…anything we managed to accomplish… it evolved from our anger…from our will to demolish all rules…..so we poured our sounds into a drop of vinyl… we poured our thoughts and our emotions…without waiting for the music industry thumbs up…we couldn’t care less…… ....the recording, releasing and distributing of a record were not a problem…. nothing was a problem…. as each setback…each obstacle turned into energy... in the meantime, another couple of yobs, Sid Delicious and Paris, joined HitlersS ……we were musically truly scarce…outclassed…….. but music was always just a pretext….. a soundtrack of our daily living ………..being non musicians was our trademark……a trademark we carried with us throughout time….sound became only a medium of thought…… HiTlersS & Tampax…..a superheroes legion…….this is what we thought we were….. maybe we were just a bunch of loonies hanging around the streets….yeah!..... we didn’t stand up for any one……we were on our side……all those end of century sounds were bouncing in my ears like a huge fun fair……like a bumper car track…up and down……we created our vinyl…….our fanzines…our European blitz tour ……all the way up to London ……touching dozens of European cities in just a couple of days……constantly racing ....fast…..on the run….with tired red eyes…….we reached Dover, the English border where our Batmobile was stopped and searched…….packed with boxes full of copies of the infamous vinyl…….they were all immediately confiscated as obscene material….. We tried to save some smuggled copies nicked from the police that Ado threw at me from the ferry as they were Frisbees but the majority of them ended up in the sea….we needed those for a possible UK re-press.. …… …anyway few weeks and one hundred records in English territory… a very unfriendly England, hostile towards the new sound of punk…and towards our outrageous names…. ……following our invasion strategy HitlersS/Tampax joined forces…….always running on English roads……at the legendary Portobello gig in Acklam Road…where without instruments sounds were created by screaming, shouting and improvised instrumentation… ......our name is spelt HitlersS……one word….it meant to be the plural of Hitler, representing a bunch of stupid people……..even more stupid adding an extra S……the first name I came up with for our gang was VIVA 77 (Viva seventy-seven) but I wanted a name that did not encourage friendliness…something ambiguous…. to indicate that if you didn’t overcome the appearance of things…..probably you wouldn’t have been a person I had an interest in relating to…the name became a tool to filter out people with no sense of humour or lack of intellect…… we were expert in driving everybody crazy……….. ……more than music or songs, the most beautiful aspect of late 70’s punk was the photos of the bands…….. their ugly faces…… their funny looks and their filthy mouths…… they expressed everyday boredom……anger as well as joy....feelings that we respired and still breathe in through the youth of our hearts…….inside sounds and constructive ideas……… ..I still like those bands that would never had made it without the outburst of punk……guys that really couldn’t play much ……..but they wanted to be present anyhow.........I think that HitlersS and TAMPAX have left a little spark of light, perhaps the inspiration to self-create, self-destruct, self-celebrate and of positive energy……….. .......... I did not want to write anything on the inside sleeve of this vinyl …… ..but then I got caught………(xoX the usual idiot….) ....so keep on believing in what you believe in……….keep on kicking cans around …….and keep on banging on the bins in the streets …….create your own sound…….defend your own thought…….fuck your idols……HitlersS included………….speak and sing your mind ........within compact cassette tapes……recorded with a single mike……….using old tape recorders……there is this sound……which, if you like we can define it as the HitlersS songs…..now these songs are inside this vinyl……..skate like elvis……it’s really low-fi quality….. but within these songs there isn’t just music …there is more........ …….anger……being 20....joy……revolution……daylight........disappointment……illusions.......nighttimes.....dreams.......laughter……youth…… I believe that if there is any liking towards what HitlersS have been….it has to be searched within these sounds ……within these words….maybe not appropriately spoken…..but expressed anyhow ……..or at least attempted to be pronounced.....…..even in a dull way………within the determination to be….to speak with what you had….with an out of tune guitar…. with 3 bad chords…….with 4 songs recorded on a tape…….to declare that you were there…and state that you walked the streets wearing your All Stars….and your torn jeans ……with all your strain and your contentment…….with your thoughts and with your sounds…. Let everybody know….that you are who you are….you are your own sound…and your own thought Let everybody know ….that you are who you are…a guy walking down the street….with his sound….with his thought…. With affection ………and as we say……..the drum keeps on beating …bye-bye.......miSs xoX & pLASTiC girL...