Minotaure By Paloma Picasso For Men. Aftershave 4.2 Oz
Minotaure By Paloma Picasso For Men. Aftershave 4.2 Oz
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Customer Review: Big Noisy Fish With Go-Faster Racing Stripes.
Raging, chanting refrains of Jolene! Jolene! start off. But Lo-fi Tennessee is no Dolly Parton song. From the exploding, cascading entry, you know you’re outside the realms of Celine Dion’s aromatherapy clinic; outside in the garbage cans more like, for this is scum rock - raw, aggressive, dangerous in a way many of the current punk\thrash bands can only masturbate over being. There’s always a sense with the best of punk of expecting the unexpected and wanting to be dragged up out the barcalounger to jump about the room like a ferret’s down your pants. Picasso Trigger deliver this. The sound is uniquely noisy, whirry, jangly, disjointed and buzzy - much like being in the mosh-pit at a gig, but it’s not boring like a lot of ultra-speed thrash metal. The chainsaw guitar is modulated. The drums aren’t just whump-whump-whumped, but patterned into distinct tempoes. It’s like Gene Krupa on acid at times; particularly on Anti’d where you feel the sticks jumping up off each beat on the snares like living animals. What T’aint consists of is like a mutant cross between Bikini Kill and Black Flag stuffed through a liquidizer and poured out into the punk anima-bag with a mix of menace, rage and good-humour in a manner that marks it as born from genuine desire, not some slick marketing ploy. Too many punk bands of the nineties have been overdosed on Nirvana and suck up to Cobain’s nightmares, rhythms and song structuring. Picasso Trigger hark back to earlier days and remind me a bit of the Dicks in their arrangement of the tunes’ dynamics in the way the songs veer from trash and thrash to swaggering meat beats. On each track Lisa Cooper’s guitar pulverizes the chords to a mesh of white noise over pummelling almost tribal drumming, whilst Sam Mintu’s heaping bass hurtles and beats about the bushy parameters of noise, driving onward and keeping it all together, rounding up the mess into a whole. Kathy Poindexter shrieks and shouts, keeping things urgent, even popping a few trombone blasts in on Kiss Me Where it Counts. Red-Headed Retard particularly is like someone pulling a gun in your face. It’s that scary. Energetic and enthusiastic, this is young music for young people and it comes up right out of the gutters. Smell the sweat, feel the heat, drink up the beer, thrill to the adrenaline buzz of four people smashing living daylights out of their instruments. Cool! Amazingly, like early Husker Du or Flipper, after a period of adjustment, it’s clear there are intricacies to the music and even hummable tunes hiding under the distortion and chaos. Once you pick up on them, you’re hooked. Hanging right on the edge of the maelstrom at times, this is ideal music to take to boring parties and pub discos to pep things up a bit. Standout tracks here are Lo-Fi Tennessee, where “love is a butterfly” and 455. Oh, and Kiss Me Where it Counts, a mordant, and by PT’s standards, beautiful love thang. Kathy, you can kiss me anytime you big bag of fun-ful fury you… T’aint’s not the best by Picasso Trigger, but now they’ve split, potential unfulfilled, you’re not going to see them providing soundtrack for the next Pepsi commercial so get what you can of them. They knew that big stadium rock of U2 proportions was a boring waste of time for middle-class losers anyway, and never pandered to the rock critics, big studio bosses and radio stations - or if they wanted to, they messed up big time. They did their own thing. Sometimes it worked, sometimes not. As far as bounce, guts and a sound to knock stuffing out of those nice new Mission speakers, you wont find much like them. I, for one, will miss not hearing a third LP. If they’d just learned to rein it in, they coulda been contenders… For a fiver, you can’t go wrong and if you like T’aint, check out Bipolar Cowboy, Fire In The Hole (both LPs) from Alias and Plutonium (4 track EP) from Jettison.
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Picasso Trigger Customer Review: The Fishmonger Cometh
For those of you who don’t know, a “Picasso Trigger” is a tropical fish. Andy Sidaris’ decision to code-name a stone-cold killer after a fish tells you pretty much everything about the atmosphere of this film. If you’re in a serious mood don’t bother opening the wrapper. But if you’re not, and I know I try not to be, PICASSO TRIGGER is a fantastic romp through a sunlit, smiling, no-holds barred T&A universe.
Andy Sidaris deserves (and ultimately will receive)a Special Lifetime Achievement Oscar for his filmmaking. An Emmy winner (for ABC’s Wide World of Sports), Andy loves athletic and energetic people, and it shows in his casting of Playmates and Soap Opera hunks in his films. There’s plenty of gunslinging action and lots of softcore love scenes. “Bullets, Bombs and Babes” is the Sidaris motto, and PICASSO TRIGGER lives up to it.
In PICASSO TRIGGER, Playmates Dona Speir and Hope Marie Carlton once again reprise their roles from HARD TICKET TO HAWAII and SAVAGE BEACH as Secret Agents Donna Hamilton and Taryn Kendall. This time, our favorite ladies are on the trail of the man who killed Picasso Trigger, but mostly they are just taking long soapy showers, lolling around in bed in silk teddies, and climbing thong-clad in and out of hot tubs with other (male) agents, who fling suggestive comments at them faster than a speeding bullet.
Taryn is equipped as usual with her undercover gadgets (this time an exploding slot car) and her uncovered breasts. Donna is packing a spear gun (sort of like Claudine Auger in THUNDERBALL but nude). Donna eventually kills Pantera (a very leggy Playmate Roberta Vasquez) who is an enemy double agent, but mostly because she made love with Donna’s boyfriend.
Roberta Vasquez looks much better here than in GUNS, by the way, which demonstrates the importance of a good hairstylist (watch both films, you’ll see what I mean).
For the second female lead, Hope Marie has relatively little camera time, which is a shame as this was her last Sidaris picture. Whether the two facts are connected is a question someone else has to answer. Unlike many subsequent Playmates, Hope Marie has a natural ingenue look which many of us (me included) find much more appealing than the overpumped silicone and collagen of the 90s-2000s. Dona and Hope Marie had a good on-screen girlfriend chemistry, too, with Hope Marie/Taryn as the protege and Dona/Donna the devoted instructor.
The acting in PICASSO TRIGGER is almost good (the girls remember their lines without getting that deer-in-the- headlights look onscreen) and, believe it or not, Andy actually wrote a plot which, although transparent, holds up well. The location shooting is phenomenal, and PICASSO TRIGGER plays well as a full-color comic book for adults (well, grown males, anyway).
The Special Edition DVD has several segments of “Film School” which show that a good movie can be made on a shoestring budget by inventive people, and there are numerous other goodies, all worth your time.
A splendid time is guaranteed for all.
Customer Review: Picasso Trigger
The movie is actually very good with some improvements needed in acting but not much. There is skin shown throughout the movie for everyone seems to be in love with someone else, oh well. It’s a spy type of movie with a real twist towards the end and it will surprize you. It is really worth getting for your collection but if you aren’t sure, definitely rent it, I don’t think you’ll go wrong.
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