EnacOid15-18 Banned

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Review of a crappy album... well, what can I say: pure coherence! Good job, you’ve completely immersed yourself in the role and hit the mark! Since this review is for an album that targets a bunch of ignorant, airheaded girls (even if often skanky), you had to adapt your words to their mental capacity, so writing 4 lines of pointless drivel was the best thing to do! Bravo bravo bravo! You know, I don’t particularly admire the musician Gigi D'Alessio, but only because he’s excessively innovating the standards of Neapolitan neo-melodic music. You see, I’m a purist and I much prefer the masters of the genre in question, like Nino D'Angelo or the late Mario Merola. They are the true sacred monsters, and this kid (who’s 50!) has a long way to go to reach their level! However, I appreciate him as a comedic actor: his film debut, "Annarè," had me rolling with laughter even more than "La Pallottola Spuntata." Well, an artist still evolving, but as they say: "se Son rose, fioriranno!"
P.S. But go screw yourself!
P.P.S. Is "uds" perhaps a quote from the fantastic album "L'uomo della strada" by Piero Pelù... well then, I don’t know if it’s possible but... go kill yourself twice! At least you’ll be sure you did what you had to do!
Giggi D'Alessio for days!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Thank you so much, Birbabirba... thanks to you, finally all of us mentally ill people who waste our time listening to records with a slightly more refined sound, instead of just trimming our nails while we get fucked by the big black guy named Jonathan who lives next door, have a corner to vent! How wonderful! How nice to insult you and read the insults that others throw at you because you think you’re the (h)eroine of heavenly music on a site made by ugly dockers with bad breath and hairy chests (ah, why don’t they use silkepil?!?). Whether you’re a fake, a whore with a broken ass, or a loser listening to even more loser non-music believing you’re some kind of genius, it doesn’t matter: you’ve given anyone who sent you a message of insults, including me, a moment of extreme pleasure, since in real life there are friendships to maintain and you can’t kill someone just because they listen to Laura Meno-Pausini (even though the temptation is strong). There can never be enough reviews like this... write, write, my love. If I find one on Giggi D'Alessio, my pleasure will be cosmic. Bye, darling!