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Rating: Metro stop Spagna
A few steps on Via del Corso
I enter the "Messaggerie Musicali" store with my school buddy Matteo. He points out with an intimidating air that there's a really nice CD he himself has listened to and enjoyed, so I say to him, "come on... tell me which one it is so I can buy it..." My face assumed an ironic expression mixed with hate when I heard the words "Pete Doherty" and in particular "Babyshambles" come out of his mouth... anyway, I decide to buy it, and while I'm at home with my new girlfriend, I blast it......
The result was like the damn cover, the most total emptiness, my secret weapon, my magic flute, my prehensile carp didn't want to rise... so I decided to have a chat, went to the bathroom for a moment, and there I clarified the situation...
Meanwhile, the second horrible track was already playing, and I even thought that stoner Pete had vomited to produce such a cloying and heavy sound... in the meantime, my girlfriend and I moved on to slightly more erotic things to awaken the piston that had only gotten a bit tired... but that wasn't the case... it had really fallen asleep under the "notes" of "A'rebours," a song that if you're on the brink of a nervous breakdown you'd come to killing just to avoid listening to it......
So continues my "road test" in search of the lost "golden cock" when suddenly the doorbell rings... "trellheim" "trellheim"... I go to answer... and there are Maurizio Testi and Tabba in d-shirt downstairs, so I decided to let them in since my "stallion" had now been dismissed... actually, it hadn't even gone to the military like Bush's son...
As they come up, I notice with pleasure that they had brought some frappe, so I thought of Mauri and decided to call him and invite him over to my place... at the moment when the uncontrolled Pete was singing, vomiting words here and there the famous and terrible "8dead boys"... in that precise instant my girlfriend, who had already become friends with Tabba and Maurizio, took a cue from the song to leave in the throes of a vomit fit.....
The intercom rings again "trellheim" "trellheim"... guess who it was?... Mauri who, on his way, had met about a dozen Debaserians who were just waiting for a chance for a little party (organized on the spot) to do a demeet... at my place... under the notes of that fake alternative, cokehead blown with money, hallucinated Pete Doherty and his band of half-pints...... what stuff I tell myself... disgusted by the track, I put on the next one that makes me want to go to the bathroom and produce something similar to the ocular spew of the first and the reasoned spew of blaster..... I get out and who do I find???? the big shots of Debaser who came with Mauri... among many we count Sfasciacarrozze, Josi, Lukin, Zion, kosmogabri, Punisher..... never was a song more appropriate for this decrepit yet wonderful entry "Pentoville" a song that at times puts you into a deep coma and at other times makes you go to the bathroom which is a wonder...
Awakened by the racket, the neighbors who have just moved in come to knock... I realize with great astonishment that it's Jim Morrison ucciuccisentoodordi... and cooloras... I tell myself "hell, should I let them in too?..... but yeah... by now between someone banging their head against the wall from the sinister sounds coming from the stereo and people embarrassed letting go of farts of various smells because of Pete's ignoble voice... who will ever notice?"....
The little party continues with the arrival of Pretazzo who enters the house under the fraudulent, confused, and lost notes of "Back From The Death," a track to be counted among "the ugliest rock hits"....
It goes from evening to night... by now there's a certain calm among the Debaserians all intent on listening, mocking, and insulting the elusive Pete who under the notes of "Loyalty Song" makes us all feel much more Italian... patriotic....
The party, now almost reaching its conclusion, takes on a nuance different from what everyone expected as nothing less than Mr. MP enters my house, known by the name Maledetta Primavera... who, showing everyone the thousand bottles of alcohol he had brought, was greeted by an embarrassing vomit from the majority who couldn't take the CD anymore....
With the track "Up The Morning," we all thought that a mass suicide wouldn't hurt us more than this CD..... so tormented by pain we set ourselves to listen to the last fucking song "Merry Go Round" of which I liked the last seconds of life and you don't know the thrill when I saw it slowly dying to conclude......
The evening, all things considered, ended well. MP had his first drunkenness, Pretazzo got his first kiss, Maurizio destroyed the stereo out of despair, and Josi had enough material to work on a review... so I only recommend this CD to those who suffer from insomnia ........
This review of mine does not aim to wound your clean and pure souls... it's an amusing review in an imaginary house with imaginary people... everything was transcribed starting from my imagination.. any reference to places or people is purely coincidental......
ded to: Debaser's crew
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