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CD Review
La Mamoynia Mono Ego
By Marcus Pan
Im having serious problems enjoying La
Mamoynias Mono Ego. The four of them Dimitris Triantafyllou
(vocals & programming), Giuseppe Agosti (bass & urban
percussions & programming), Antonio Scalvenzi (drums &
urban percussions) and Omal (bass & programming) try
hard enough, but theres an undeniable silliness here that I cant
ignore. Let me explain
Musically, Mono Ego isnt too bad but suffers
from a childishness combined with a lack of any semblance of power. Three
programmers also make for a bit of a messy sound, and I have no clue what
urban percussion is[1] though I have theories of it. Im
wondering if I can put myself down as an urban percussionist too,
along with my 18 month old son, 8 year old daughter and the cat & dog.
Theres no live guitars here either with the exception
of two bass guitars. Its kind of a strange set-up really, and the music
comes off a bit mashed with post-punk and new-wave flavors. Im sure these
guys could probably write brilliant lyrics in their own tongue, but translated
into English we have an All Your Base situation here. Theyre
rather bland too, and I dont know if this is due to a limitation in
English vocabulary or complete pedanticism.
Sometimes the effect is blasé: Always try to be
the best, try to be somebody else. (Ich Bin Niemand). And
nothing more for you, your kisses arent so great. (And Nothing
More For You). Oft-times the effect is undeniably funny: Links
dont answer to rules of reasonableness.
in limitless
feints of chain crashing ways. (Links). Also, And nothing
more for you! All my love has fade! (And Nothing More For You).
And the TV is playing loud, is covering my silent cry. (I Stand
Alone). Unfortunately, I just cant get past this much without
giggling. Im not trying to make fun here surely I couldnt
write anything beyond silliness had I wanted to write in a different language,
but the difference is I know that and therefore I wont do it.
On the whole, La Mamoynia I think have their hearts in the
right place. They just mislabeled the two packages talent and
silliness and accidentally grabbed the latter on the way to the
studio one morning. So theyll need to re-label those, first up, and then
maybe try a guitar to add a little oomph to the sound. Following that
theyll need to dump the urban percussion bit, fire a
programmer or two and either write in their own language or study hard
really damn hard with English before penning further lyrics.
Contact Information: La Mamoynia
Post: Dimitris Triantafyllou, Via A. Grandi, 6, 25026 - Pontevico (BS),
Italy
[1] JohnnyB and I reviewed a live act once at the
Palace, G-11, who used a shopping cart as part of their Look How
Different We Are drum kit. Im assuming urban percussion
is something like that, or maybe La Mamoynia have a low-budget studio and they
want to credit the passing trucks and busses on the street maybe. The Palace
live review was in Legends
#78.
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