Caribou
Our Love

It's Christmas and we're all nicer, I too will be kind and tell you about this electronic music artist named Caribou. After the last album, the artist wanted to remain in isolation to create this Our Love, influenced by atmospheric agents... Well, I think that's enough to fool you, you're wrong to just read the opening on Home. I had written a super cool review where I talked about CHurch, Politics, Discworlds that stood on 4 elephants which stood on a giant turtle traveling through the infinite universe, how beautiful, the epicness of this reaches unimaginable limits for human conception. Then I talked about how this album is gay and how -onomatopoeias of standard electronic music- are not enough to make an album, not a Discworld, the Discworld is cool, this Caribou album is hemorrhoidal shit, and it hurts. Then I discussed how it's not the politicians who are the country's problem but those who, like dentists, an average thieving category, evade taxes, own 3 homes, send their kids to university with scholarships for the poor; these people vote and certainly won't vote for someone who could take away these privileges, a war among the poor? Come on, if dentists are poor, then everyone works at INPS.

In short, don't listen to this album, let me suffer, but don't do it, the retchings coined by the mint could come out with small smelly patches, and I am sure that this type of music is only to hype up the "POOR" dentist's son in Milan who sips a 10 euro cocktail in Piazza del Duomo and plays the mystical intellectual: "Caribou, Trakalu, Drink yourself, Malibu." Seriously? Do you still want to give satisfaction to people who already have everything in life, for Christmas I received Ariel Pink's latest, now that is an album to recommend and is recommended for you, homosexuality? Certainly not superficial, and then Pink is Zappa, Zappa is Pink, offended by Zappa? NO! Offended by Pink? No, at least we're not talking about the latest from Floyd's, which well, this isn't the right review and I will never do it.

Back to CariParma, everything is synthetic like a thick fog that you can cut with a breadstick, synth acoustic pads that leave as much time as they find, squirting squirts of chipster girls here and there, one day he'll collaborate with Robin Thicke or Pharrell Williams who has become the new Pitbull, even though I like Bichon Frisés.

Dear Korea, I only mentioned SUBPOP for certain shameful things it has done, I respect you for other things too.

For everyone else, merry Christmas, with a lowercase letter, because today Jesus is going to pay IMU-TASI-SARS and EBOLA and remember, just listen to HANDWAR, they've scrambled the hell out of us, my spermatozoa ask when they come out: "Enough of this medaling people." What did they do to you as kids? Do you create mass to bully weaker people? Do you grow your hair long because you don't have the money to lengthen your penis? And the girls who listen to Shitmetal are all unspeakable Roitis that not even the most malformed coypu would consider themselves. No, I have to finish with a catchy phrase, TIC, TIC: SWEET HEART OF JESUS, MAKE ME LOVE YOU MORE AND MORE, SWEET HEART OF MARY, BE THE SALVATION OF CARIBOU.