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go big, it has been a while since we had some fat promotions, keep it up

Let me understand... you came back like that, sneakily, without me noticing? In the meantime, a big pat on the shoulder. Then I read calmly.

alright then

This one is unbeatable

Perhaps the most beautiful book about De André is "Come un'anomalia," with all the lyrics commented often by him, and a magnificent preface that alone is worth the price of the book. "Sospesi in una nuvola rock" is also beautiful, despite the silly title, which talks about the tour with PFM. Vintage photographs and memories from those who experienced that adventure.

Andre Silva, a flop worthy of the times of Esnaider (I'm a Juventus fan, I know, it's a bad thing).
“attaccante dalle medie realizzative portoghesi” - a phrase that should be branded on the buttocks of any player who approaches the Belpaese (well, except for the one you know).
The rest is at your usual great levels; I don’t know a damn thing about what you’re talking about, and even less will I ever listen to anything, but I admit that I’ve bitten on the football hook.

These are the debaser doc reviews, you don't say anything about the album but in reality, you say everything. Really beautiful, well done.

But in the end, did you manage to see the second little one?

Always very good

Look Punny, I've been in here for 14 years now, and I've read plenty of reviews. I'm actually quite fond of some of yours (a while back, I came across your one on Berlin by Lou Reed, and it was a little heartwarming moment), but most of what you write under this username (and not as Stronko, savansadir) is an enigma to me. I mean, it seems pretty clear that you couldn't care less about the discussion itself, which could actually arise when you tackle certain topics (that seem outdated compared to 10 years ago anyway). I deduce this from the fact that you never elaborate on your positions in the comments, even when various users point out the condescension and underlying negativity of your reviews. Therefore, I conclude that in the end, you're doing it out of pure masochistic spirit, as well as constantly altering the covers and carelessly grazing the bad taste (this is just the latest in a long series). But I wonder, why do you always write your reviews as if you wanted to pose questions to us debaserioti? What do we think of the album, of Italian music, of the banality of contemporary consumerism, etc.? I mean, I'm asking, could you just write your criticisms by harshly condemning the album for the sheer thrill of it, without stuffing them with questions that could open even somewhat sensible debates, which you wouldn't participate in anyway?
I believe you write pretty well, certainly above average, and I appreciate that you don't wave the flag of pure formal onanism like some others around here. But I wonder why waste time and effort writing "things" of this kind.