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First of all, let's start by saying that in Bedaser, when it comes to music, and I mean the kind with a S capital, you don’t understand a thing about anything.
Oh.
Otherwise, can you explain to me how you always manage to criticize this immense group - also electro-genius - of musical aliens coming from the very deep deep space: not the one you’re thinking of, though.
The almost first nine minutes, though they don’t quite get there, of the first piece with the explanatory translated title of “In the Back of the Angel”: concept-song’s on the deep groove that forms between one cheek and the other while sitting on the stool that was Mike Portnoy's but where now sits the sweat of Mike Mangini, which was mentioned earlier.
So before trying to pick dark green phlegm from the bull’s eye twenty meters away, understand that there is a lot, and some even say too much, of that perfectly crafted music that hasn’t been heard this way since the album before this one, even if you say otherwise. But only because you’re jealous that you can’t make metal/electronic music as beautiful as this.
We'll see, eh.
P.R.O.T.
on YuTub there's my - real - video where I spit into Uncle Ermenegildo’s bull’s cornea from thirty meters: if I win the Barletboom editors’ korncorso, I’ll give you the hidden link to watch it.
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