ILMURODELPIANTO

THE WAILING WALL:

a collection of deliriums, outbursts and debaserian proclamations.

NOOSE TO THE CHICKEN | Fourteen hours ago | Rating: — | Album Rating: —
And what was that thing, then? I don’t know, was it aiming for the title of the most redundant concept ever on DeBaser? Dunno, if you want, to stay on topic, I’ll counter with a phrasing like “water is wet...”. Maybe that notion will even be useful to you. Thanks anyway! Seriously, thanks for the learned, and especially this time useful communication. Also this one, in fact, is quite obligatory. And, for the record, I know a few people who listen to more than forty a year (but I’m not sure). I know Scaruffi… But at least he believes he’s a music critic, you know… he does it professionally. Are you a critic too? Do you have a special metabolism? Are you a compulsive downloader? So, what leads you to listen to ONLY 40 albums a year? Let’s talk about it. I mean, I can do that too… actually, considering there are 365 days a year, 24 hours in a day, and on average an album lasts about an hour… well, I could listen to 8760 (pockets permitting) without ever sleeping, or hoping they publish fewer than 8760 to earn a few hours of sleep. But then – aside from the fact that I would sleep all the following year to recover those lost hours of sleep, waking up the year after still not remembering even who I am – what would remain to me of these 8760 albums? I like music and I have no reason to use approximate, frantic and stressful methods like this. If I like an album – a pleasure then, not a job – I listen to it obsessively. Also because, you know, maybe you fall in love with it and listen with different ears. Needless to say, to fall in love with an album, those three listens that you at most inevitably gave to these poor 40 albums (albums? Those from the lists and numbers usually have only overly capacious hard disks). They’re not enough if you don’t savor the nuances bit by bit. It’s not as easy as you imply. Someone who says they listen to 40 albums a year, doesn’t listen to them, they hear them and certainly do not fall in love. An unnecessary controversy then? I would call it observation, fact, etc. And the only useless thing here is the arrogance of the zealots. Alfredo, whatever you think of him, but someone who says: “the only merit of brit-pop is that it’s not mandatory to listen to it,” as far as I’m concerned, is not relevant. No controversy, really, leave it alone. As you know, I even like you, but maybe it’s better if we talk about pussy. And then yes, thank me too, because it’s a fact that my comment gave you a cue to join the discussion and express your opinion. And good so, eh. I don’t want to imagine what you would have said without it, given the usefulness of your comment and the numerous arguments it tackles, if it hadn’t been there. But then, dunno: “Finally someone who argues about useful things and makes you want to join the discussion to say your piece.” As if you had just arrived on the site yesterday. Catch yourself the legendary debaserian rant!

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PANNZZZOONE1 | Five hours ago | Rating: — | Book Rating: —
But what the hell does the sun of the car care, I take a car and return it after some time, and I decide that the time elapsed is called an hour, when that hour passes it’s gone, so I create a minute and that too has passed, then I create a second and that too has passed, and we start over again another hour another month another year ,,,, Can something that vanishes the moment it arrives be believable?

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FRANCESCO | Date: 3/5/2006 18:12 | Rating: — | Album Rating: — Chronicle of a death foretold... I came back yesterday from the hospital where I spent almost 5 intense days and on my return I saw the uproar caused by my last copy-paste reviews. Everything true and I’m not here to justify anything (or almost). In these 5 months I reviewed about 77 albums of which only the last 7 were more or less copied or reworked from existing comments or reviews. Because of these 7 obviously I was discredited for all the work done from the start, accused of having “always” copied, which IS NOT TRUE. More than 90 hours dedicated to debaser burned in a couple of days. The question everyone asks is: Why did I do it? I will try to explain briefly and see if someone will understand me: it’s called “urge to write”, to want at all costs to talk about THAT album without having the necessary time or patience, it’s also called performance anxiety, excited fever of “being there”. Basically a kind of drug, a desire to communicate to others, and before others, certain of my discoveries (see Paul Simon with his Graceland, not yet reviewed by anyone!) and doing so with “shortcuts” which, seen today, just make me smile for the naivety with which they were done. What to say: I believe (or I like to believe) that this “trauma”, in addition to the “real” one, wanted to give me a strong and clear signal: maybe it’s time to stop. It’s time to scale down all this “review fever” that lately was sucking me in more and more, making me even spend 2, 3? sometimes 4 hours a day on DeBaser and thus neglecting family, work, my son? A real madness!! Not all evil comes to harm and this was a strong and clear signal for me: it’s time to stop and that’s what I will do. So, with this my farewell (which I suppose is final), I want to thank all those to whom I made them discover albums never heard before (see Carmina Burana, Stephen Micus or some minimal electronic gems, my great love) regardless of the review and I want instead to apologize to everyone I have knowingly “fooled” with Frankenstein cut-and-paste reviews, and who felt somehow “betrayed” by a sacrilege too strong for everyone making it an insurmountable ethical and moral issue (and on this I agree, without exaggerations though?) At great demand therefore (and perhaps rightly) Francesco, or better francesco with lowercase f, is leaving. He is quitting DeBaser. He disappears forever. “Dies”. Maybe I really went looking for it (it’s not like the other reviews from which I took parts were so “hidden”, just one click beside and it popped right up) and I tell myself that, almost certainly, maybe unconsciously, inside me I strongly wanted it. I “wanted” someone or something to stop me from this fever of productivity, to get me out of this tunnel of incessant anxiety where I “always” had to prove something more to myself than to others. A perverse and alienating game that actually brought me to ruin (like happens with gamblers or those ruined by betting) So a trauma was needed, an accident, a scandal. Well, in one week I had not one but two: a “physical” accident and an “intellectual” one. Serves me right. If you still feel offended or what I wrote is not enough, I apologize again, I can’t do more? And with this, I light the condemned man’s last cigarette and bid you farewell “forever. Bye and thanks francesco

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“very clever move to remove the link late at night and very clever the counter-move of reopening the link to the incriminated review in the morning, logically before posting this review. I leave DeBaser even more gladly and I even invite the editors to remove ALL my reviews, as they are not your property but my property since they belong to my book which probably will never be published but which fortunately I registered with SIAE a few years ago. To those accusing me of behaving rudely with two users in particular, I would kindly remind how many users treated me when I arrived here among you, forget the shopping lists, those are made by my wife, free and ignorant insults directed at me by people who often hid but then reappeared with their nick and thus revealed themselves, free insults I repeat. Also pathetic here inside is only the ignorance of some people who often use more than one nick at a time, few indeed have the courage to say what they think exposing themselves personally. Take this also as a survey, come what may, I am done with DeBaser. Thanking you I offer cordial and sincere greetings (EB writes and will write longer than all of you) enrybaxx | 1/24/2007 | 2:04 PM Roger Bunn: Piece Of Mind written by enrybaxx
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SUPERVAI1986 | Date: 11/16/2009 15:13 | Rating: 3 | Album Rating: 5
And here I am, finally I can fully judge this work. So gentlemen, I quote every single syllable of mr. Sotanaht. This album is the exact combination between the inner evolution of man and his conscious despair of being. It is the symbiosis of the decadent spirit detaching from the entity to rise in his unconscious, in his irrationality. This work is simply a journey towards the nihilistic anthropology of the self. It is probably the band’s most “spiritual” and introspective album, the philosophical apex of the Swedish quintet. Catatonic nihilism is therefore the outcome of the progressive revelation of the oblivion of being and thus of the existence of the denial of man’s freedom. To have grasped the manifestation of nothingness as the sunset of the West means that the much-vaunted “hell” or “chaos” is simply the current face of being. “The night is the new day” is the work that closes the Katatonia cycle, if “TGCD”, “Viva Emptiness” and “Discouraged Ones” were the perfect translation of nihilistic thought into music, this last album is the exact objectification of transcendence, ergo the exact birth of nihilism, void of its nature. “Ah, where is still a sea in which one can drown: so resounds our lament upon the flat swamps” (Nietzsche)
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SOTANAHT | Date: 11/16/2009 14:26 | Rating: 3 | Album Rating: 5
(...) The night that becomes a new day is the inner transformation of a man who has accepted his tension towards the darkness of living and feeling, but who wants to keep breathing life by turning his perceptions upside down, which now don’t seem just sad and cursed, but instead reveal a sense of hope and “liberation” previously unheard...in the end the “promise”, the theme of the commitment he makes to himself in many songs until the end, to his brother. The album is an almost concept about the maturation and internalization of the malaise of living, the texts rarely so extraordinary narrate through the “moods” of the songs, in a perfect consecutio! (note Forsaker’s statement of intent, the opening track, inviting to abandon every possibility of understanding oneself...and then how the reflection develops throughout the album, step by step...and the music accompanies everything, describes everything, expresses what MUST be expressed without exaggerating, always because here it’s more about inner sensations, states of mind, rather than feelings...). Excuse the outburst, and maybe the tone...but I had a lot to say...
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WRONG | Date: 12/31/2009 0:6 | Rating: 4 | Album Rating: 4
LET ME SAY THAT I CHOSE RATING 4, BECAUSE I PREFERRED TO ROUND UP, SINCE THERE IS NO 3/4. I AGREE WITH SOME, AND DISAGREE WITH OTHERS. I AGREE WITH A GOOD MAJORITY THAT CONSIDERS THIS NEW ALBUM VERY GOOD ALTHOUGH NOT AT THE LEVELS OF THE PREDECESSOR. I DISAGREE INSTEAD WITH THOSE WHO LITERALLY BURNED THE WORK AT THE START, IF IT CAN BE CALLED THAT, SOMETIMES WE DON’T EVEN REALIZE WHAT WE REALLY EXPECT FROM 20TH CENTURY GROUPS... LET’S LOOK AROUND AND OBJECTIVELY, LET’S ASK OURSELVES THIS QUESTION: WHAT DO WE HAVE IN OUR HANDS? HOW MUCH SHOW AND HOW LITTLE SUBSTANCE? TODAY, HOW MANY, I SAY HOW MANY GROUPS TRY TO GIVE MUSIC THAT MEANING THAT UNFORTUNATELY DISAPPEARS DAY BY DAY? NONE... PEOPLE DIVIDE MORE AND MORE, BEFORE THOSE WHO LISTENED TO SABBATH METAL, AT THE SAME TIME PRAISED ZEPPELIN... NOW THOSE WHO HEAR SLIPKNOT "METAL", CONSIDER HARD ROCK A JOKE... THERE IS RIVALRY... WHERE THERE SHOULDN’T BE... IF SOMEONE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ME, I MEAN THAT ONCE MUSIC WAS THE TRUE REFERENCE POINT, AND NOW... WELL... NO NEED TO GO ON ABOUT THIS... SINCE WE ALL KNOW THAT BANDS LIKE ZEPPELIN, QUEEN, SABBATH AND MANY OTHERS WILL NEVER AND EVER RETURN, WE HAVE THIS BAD HABIT OF POINTING FINGERS... WE ARE NO LONGER SATISFIED WITH ANYTHING IN AN ERA STILL "DEAFENED" BY ROUGH GROUPS THAT HAVE FALLEN INTO RIDICULOUSNESS LIKE GREEN DAY, SUM 41, LINKIN PARK AND WHO KNOWS HOW MANY OTHERS... LET’S NOT COMPLAIN IF WOLMOTHER HAVE TRIED AND STILL TRY TO FOLLOW A PATH, NOT EVEN EASY, CALLED ROCK... AND MORE ROCK THAN THEM, CURRENTLY, YOU CAN'T FIND ANY... LET'S NOT DISMISS THEIR SONGS AS REHEATED SOUP, BECAUSE ROCK IS WHAT IT IS AND REMAINS THAT WAY... LET'S APPRECIATE INSTEAD THAT THIS CRAZY BAND IS TRYING NOT TO END THE COMMERCIAL ADVANCE, THIS FOOLISH RAP MADE OF BLACK CHICKS WITH THEIR ASS OUT AND CARS, THESE STUPID POP SINGLES BUILT ON ONE CHORD, THESE HORRIBLE KIDS WITH LITTLE TIES MAKING AS MUCH MONEY AS THE QUEEN JUST BECAUSE THEY HAVE A NICE FACE... I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST ANYONE TO BE CLEAR, IN FACT, PROBABLY OTHERS WILL BE MAD AT ME FOR THIS POEM... BUT I FELT THE NEED TO SAY... THAT A PURE BAND LIKE WOLMOTHER, EVEN IF HAVING NOTHING INNOVATIVE, IS GIVING CREDIT AGAIN TO MUSICAL STYLES ALMOST FORGOTTEN BY TODAY’S IGNORANCE... PEACE
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At least I carry the name of the site’s first human case.. You instead, I don’t know how far you can be called human.. Ah, I was racking my brain for nothing, I forgot you’re a piece of shit. But how can you write? Are you an animated piece of shit? I know that you, being a piece of shit, would have reacted by giving a 1 to all my reviews or those of people you hate, but honestly I don’t want to waste my time like that.. Besides, your reviews speak for themselves without needing my 1, as they are emblematic of shit-reviews. Besides, you stink worse than any normal piece of shit, and I hope one day someone flushes the toilet, before you evolve into a dry asshole
Francis Araya • 12/1/2010 • 5:33 PM In: Marco Travaglio, Ad personam by Francis Araya
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BRUSKO Date: 12/23/2008 0:1 | Rating: — | Album Rating: —
@ There, but to everyone a bit, we consulted and made a decision. I speak, I giuseppe-32 years old, as the first to have registered to this site and having convinced the others too, my brothers Fabio aka Wildthing-29 years and Giovanni aka Joe Polpetta 34 years. We all three live in the same house in Bari, but we are of Emilian origin (our grandparents). I lived 5 years in the province of Latina for work, then I came back to Bari, currently I have gone back to work in the agricultural company, where I am a specialized worker (I am an agricultural surveyor), my brother Fabio, who already told you a bit about himself one day, even though he later regretted it, worked in Piedmont for 6 years, after a car accident he lost the use of his legs, so he came back home with us (he has always been the best of the three). Giovanni is a nurse here in Bari, and he registered on this site mostly to fool around a bit between one shift and another, but he doesn’t know much about music (said with his blessing). He is a bit annoying, but he is the oldest, so... Now this will be my last comment on this site, Fabio doesn't want to say anything, for him it’s over and done. We were disappointed by the fact that here there are DE-USERS and little de-users, people who come on this site to talk about music or simply vent a bit and others who know who you are, check you, they are DE-SPECIAL USERS, with SPECIAL SUPER DE-POWERS. I am not anyone’s fake and no one is mine, we simply three use the same pc, the same internet connection. Of course we could have said it earlier, but after all why? Why do we have to explain our shit to the de-people, how many of us there are, etc? Of course it’s true Fabio and I helped each other a bit, but always without excess I think, and we certainly didn’t imagine that in Debaser there were also the DE-SECRET SERVICES, able to check even which toilet you go to pee in. This thing doesn’t sit well with us at all, we don’t think it’s right, we thought the beauty of this site was the fact that everyone was equal, but no, someone has it bigger than others, it’s not at all a democratic site. But the worst thing is that the FEW CHOSEN are really few, and they boast about their DE-POWERS. And then frankly you are obsessed with fakes, but don’t you think for a moment that more than one person could intervene from the same laptop? Out of town university students, large families, unlucky bachelors (the three of us)? No, you immediately fill your mouth with Fake, Fake, Fake, damn it is a real phobia! Anyway, Giovanni said he wants to stay because he has fun, and deep down he doesn’t care much. So There, DON’T SAY “I KNOW”, because you really know much less than you think. Fabio and I say goodbye forever and we are sorry we can’t even say it was a pleasure. All this for clarity, because we don’t want even the slightest suspicion about us. We don’t know how to delete ourselves from the site, so WE ASK THE EDITORS TO DELETE OR BAN USERS WILDTHING AND BRUSKO, BUT NOT JOE POLPETTA. all this also to guarantee to our brother that no one suspects he is a fake, since now this is what everybody thinks. Best regards, but only to the de-users. P.S. By the way, I too have superpowers, I pass through walls.

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FIQUATA | on the morning of January 29 | Rating: — | Event Rating: —
Well, the nicest and most satisfying thing is seeing how a bunch of sheep stay in their place. Basically, a site takes the piss out of you, because today it’s my turn, but if tomorrow you stop looking down, it will be your turn and you do nothing, nobody says anything but then fancy talks about how Debaser is declining and bullshit. Debaser declines simply because you are just a piece of shit so it’s mandatory that all this happens. That said, I don’t need or like Debaser: it tired me, but I stay and the reason is very simple: you want it full of shit (because a site that allows a moron to have a nick similar to another moron just to annoy the second moron, meanwhile letting the site get clogged with shit, as long as the second moron leaves) well... I’ll fill it with shit. I stay here to break balls. SMACK SMACK
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So. Let’s all meditate together. In my opinion vomiting is one of the most pleasant experiences in the entire universe. But this, obviously, has little to do with it. Two. I think the whole universe is a big, immense mistake. The world is a victim of the cycle. What I feel (or believe I feel) is a manifestation of the way I consider history. That is as an absurd unfolding of temporally limited events which, after a certain period, stop asserting their existence and disappear, as if they never existed. This factor is common to us all. Charlemagne, one could say, lives in books. But, outside of those, he has no existence of his own. This distresses me beyond measure. This makes me think that anguish and the absurd are the substrate on which the world is read.
MorgueOfAbsinth | 11/25/2006 | 11:38 AM
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@gbrunoro. Hear my words, communicator. Listen carefully. Carve them on your forearm so that you may understand them. A thirty-year-old should have learned to keep silent on what he does not know (yes, I know, you already said dozens of times you haven’t seen the film; then don’t bother those present with your gaudy, vacuous, foolish, infantile words of a bored average thirty-year-old who has nothing else to do but observe the world using his own dick as privileged point of observation - post preum: nobody gives a damn about your fucking moves, your insignificant job and your inner life comparable to that of an eel; this just to make you understand that your blog is worth like a tuberculosis bacillus: nothing and also annoying); if you ever read my spiteful words, do not take them as insults addressed to you, no, I don’t know you personally: rather raise them to a higher social level, which finally expands to include you all who do not understand the dream, you all who disgust me with your disgusting flatness, with the boredom that I have to absorb from your being against my will, you who have a banal blog and only talk about yourselves, who babble and open their mouths and chatter and gossip, without having anything to say. I hate you all, vile bastards and scum of the universe, little creatures with beards and faces like university students, GO FUCK YOURSELVES, ASSHOLES
MorgueOfAbsinth | 2/20/2008 | 5:36 PM
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BETHREZEM | Date: 2/13/2010 14:55 | Rating: — | Videogame Rating: — OK bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla I don’t know how to write I don’t know how to review I’m an asshole etc etc etc I won’t write anymore I’m fed up with all you fucking idiots, I hoped to “learn” to improve something but I see you are too motherfuckers to make constructive criticism, I tried in fact I always try I try to be kind helpful I accepted your crit...insults your frustration because yes you are frustrated you do nothing but find an idiot like me to vent on, also because you wouldn’t even find the courage in 200 years to tell me these things to my face, for you it’s simple to talk like this, there’s a screen dividing, you are cowards and villains, and yes you are also a bunch of bimbiminkia fanboys whatever nerds. I didn’t expect to sparkle writing reviews I wanted to challenge myself I wanted to try I wanted to see if I was good enough, I wanted to improve to grow a bit... but you are a bunch of “cultured” assholes who don’t know how to do anything but complain and insult people or criticize. I won’t do reviews anymore I won’t set foot on this site anymore I’m sorry for you you lost your punching bag you’ll have to find another one, I hope for you it’s not as much a dickhead as you are. One more thing certainly after my comment (which I will post on every review I wrote) you will keep writing trying to insult me or I don’t know to define me in any way, well don’t do it or at least be aware that after this message there will be no answers from me and therefore if you want to keep writing how shitty this review is well you are talking to an inanimate wall know that it would be quite ridiculous. Well I think that’s all fuck you.
In my opinion this comment is [ bëlo (0) ][ brüto (0) ]
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I am atheist, I blaspheme and I like to blaspheme, because god does not exist, and the word god has no meaning. Saying a swear word like fuck or damn, when something happens, what sense does it have? It allows you to carve in your mind the negative event that just happened and thus avoid its future repetition or it can be used as a filler to give more emphasis to the speech. In a few centuries when there will be more culture and religion will be a memory we will think of with affection, like when we listen again to Francesco Salvi’s or Cristina D’Avena’s tapes and see how simple we were, then blasphemy will be the same meaning that we give to hello and good evening.
Coccolino • 11/18/2006 • 6:59 PM
In: Burzum, Burzum/Aske by Shaytan