Francescobus

"Time's Up" is splendid and so is "Stain," a song that I really like is "Visions," which perhaps comes from the collection of unreleased tracks "Pride." This "Biscuits" is a tasty interlude between the two albums I mentioned earlier. Among their protective deities are the Bad Brains. Fun and enjoyable review.

Sorry, I'm just getting around to commenting now due to logistical issues. I live in Caldogno but have always lived in Noventa Vicentina. I attended high school in Vicenza, so it's Noventa-Vicenza by public transport and now Noventa-Caldogno by car, since I work in Noventa. My wife is from Zanè but works in Schio: so throughout my life, all year round, there's the Vicentino circuit:DDD. Vicenza and Bassano are dear to my heart. Certainly, Vicenza has always been considered the "sacristy of Italy," and so the film finds its beautiful dimension here to hit the mark; however, the themes addressed are universal, suggested by the Turin accent of the questore, the Neapolitan accent of the hotel director where the count goes, and even the Sicilian accent of the carabiniere running home to slap his wife. @vellutogrigio look, Bassano is a lovely town where you can stroll peacefully; I go there from time to time with my wife and little one on Sunday afternoons. Even in the book "Prete Bello" by Goffredo Parise, there are some reflections on the Vicentino environment, ironic and well-balanced. In the Vicentino, but also throughout Veneto, there’s a strong tendency to speak through proverbs, but in a way that cancels each other out, and thus the ambiguity always remains latent. Osservanza: "Preti e capitei, caveve el capelo e rispetei" (Priests and capitals, take off your hats and respect them). Disdoro: "Vardarse dala boca del can e da chi che ga sempre la corona in man" (beware of the dog's mouth and of those who always have the rosary in hand). @cptgaio I agree with your analysis; I can't stand the hypocrisy that hides behind faith either. In Italian films, there are also stereotypes, like the scatterbrained Venetian waitress (the film "Di che segno sei?" - episode with Sordi) who walks arm in arm with the Milanese gentleman and the Roman gorilla (Sordi indeed). I’m very happy that the review was enjoyed by everyone a bit, @Fidia, Bubi, Bartleboom, happypippo, thank you so much:DDDD

I listened to it with interest and I think it deserves five stars precisely for its historicity and its sound. Guys, what a sound! I like it a lot, even more than Possessed (de gustibus). Black cover and a demon that leans more towards a fairy tale than something real, and so the sound reminds us of hell as our grandparents painted it for us. Track nine, it seems to me, has the cadence of "Fight Till Death" by Slayer, but there's no surprise there. Great review :DDDD

Great review Bartle, very entertaining. Can you believe that Ron Ericksen from Viking rewrote all the lyrics for the second Viking album "Do Or Die" (1989) after converting to Christianity, and if I'm not mistaken, he should be a big reverend with very short hair. The line ... "using the rocking chair as a metronome..." is brilliant, really delightful!

Come on, let's complete the Razor discography, that would be amazing:DDD

Great job on this one too. At this point, you could complete the discography of the Ravens, that would be a really good idea:DDD

Welcome back! I've had "Custom Killing" in the drawer for months and I don't know whether to release it. The album is good but not on the same level as "Evil Invaders."

@fusillo thanks for the information, when I write reviews I hope that among the comments there are always some anecdotes or curiosities regarding the group or artist in question. Hi :DDD

Thank you, Bartle, it's always a pleasure to meet you. I'm also working on something about Thrash and a movie, but for the latter, I’m really struggling. @shooting star "The Power of Love" is an incredible piece, but right after that, my favorite is "Walking With The Kid" from "Small World" released in 1988. It's a sad rock song with a hint of joy; even the solo is tinged with melancholy, reminding you of something you've lost and can’t quite identify. At least that's how it affects me: DDD

When I bought the vinyl of this record, around 1989, I had a big surprise. As soon as I placed the black disk on the turntable, I realized that post-punk sounds I'd never heard before were coming out, along with a female voice that was unforgettable. I went back to the manager, and he changed the record for me after two weeks, but the story repeated itself. Extraordinary stories, even outside the provinces: I gave up the vinyl and switched to the dear old cassette. Thanks to everyone for the comments: DDD