What is one of the first and sacred DeRules constituting the DeBaser?
Anyone who does not respond within five-seconds-five will be DeBanned immediately not only from DeBaser, but from the entire internet.
Answer for the few NON-banned left:
obviously to try to avoid writing DeDuplicates on albums already (widely) DeReviewed unless it is strictly necessary.
But since I made the DeRules (despite what G says) I am the only one who can DeDerogate them.
In other words, not care at all as they say in Sampierdarena.
Having said that:
it is true that everything (or much) depends on what one_ wants to say (differently) from what has already been said by predecessors.
Now: I don't know exactly what the DePredecessors and DeCesSuccessors said: I haven't read the others.
After all, I haven't read a DeReview on DeBasio since 1987.
I only know that such an elevated, changing, mellifluous poetics as that contained in this artifact from the bygone century (but even millennium) should have been awarded the Nobel, the Oscar, and the Pulitzer all simultaneously.
Because when someone gargles with muriatic acid, concrete nails, and the metal spheres of stainless steel bearings and then screams in your face with all the strength and wheezing desperation they possess "STACCALASPINA", for me they are the undisputed champion of the entire (un)known universe in terms of elegiac assorted poetics.
Now, I already knew this thing but in the meantime, I had forgotten it: fortunately, I sometimes dare to dust off the dusty classics for morning gym activities.
If those old baboons of the Royal Academy of Sciences lounged in plenary session in Stockholm had a minimal sense of art instead of awarding it to that old mouflon Roberto Dilano, they should have assigned it, even posthumously, to the indomitable Don Chuck Schuldiner (third cousin of Don Chuck Castoro, as you know).
I know that You too are old withered mummies who think I am completely insane: the only way to understand the concept is to gargle as above, strictly following the guidelines and, if you survive, let me know.
Otherwise, you too, there, will enter by right and until the resurrection expected at an unspecified time, into the hypothermic Death!
UH!
This CD is a masterpiece.
We are faced with a very angry Chuck, who revisits the philosophy with which he composed the previous one: 'This is what I want to play, and I play it. If you jerks want to buy it, buy it, if not, well, then go to hell.'
"A sick and dark voice, an oppressive drum and notably downtuned and extremely fast guitars are the characteristics of this CD... a must for anyone who wants to know early Death and the early, raw death metal!"
"The chorus is amazing ('You’ll not return alive – Left To Die')."