Three English blowjobs + one little black girl. more
Instructions to become a parody of yourself. more
The best seems exaggerated to me, but there isn't a single one of his books that hasn't captivated me. more
Surely a very nice penguin (those who want to understand, understand). more
The Record of my Childhood. Father and Son is still my favorite song.
Rating: N/A more
Darker than The Cure and Bauhaus combined: Cohen from "Songs From a Room" filtered through Bowie's "Heroes" and Lou Reed's "Berlin." Black, black, black. And more black. more
The perfect prescription. more
The first two albums are essential, and you know what I’m gonna tell you? I’m telling you that "Ceremony" is even superior to the Mass of the beloved Electric Prunes. Take that. more
Sing to me, O Muse, of the wrath of Achilles,
that brought countless sorrows
upon the Achaeans, many valiant souls
it sent hurrying to Hades before their time,
and left them a ghastly feast
for dogs and birds. more
I have to quote the definition above. If it weren't for that dead cat Simons, nobody would care. As for the rest, the usual nauseating mega-minestrone of sympho-metal made by Nuclear Plast(ic), seasoned with pompous choirs, misplaced growls, pseudo-heavy riffs, songs lasting fourteen minutes that try to be complex, and assorted kitsch. The guitarist is a full of himself. Better to cover the fanbase with a pitying funeral shroud. Nauseating. more
A bit of a nervous type. more
Sex has curly red hair and plays the bass. more
Yet another piece of crap Made in the USA. Perverted pedophile who loves pissing. more
THE RAP! more
I'm a bit sorry to give such a low rating, but the voice gets on my nerves. more
Shit. Second only to the illustrious Gigi D'Alessio shit. more
There is no longer space for the rock n' roll made of dreams and hopes from 'Born To Run'; here there are only 10 bitter and introspective ballads. A fundamental piece of the historic trilogy, to be listened to at night, "in the dark at the edge of town." more
They did something good in the past, but if it were up to them, they would replace the live audience with a mirror... Too much opulence, too much. more
I finally managed to hear it. One word comes to mind to describe it: Amen!!! more
Explosioni Nella Merda more