Bonny91

holy shit what a beautiful review!

you and schaas are 2 geniuses

metalhead loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool

Congratulations Stipe, even though I don't agree with a word, I was impressed that you had abandoned the hybrid language in which you wrote your other monstrosities in favor of Italian, but then came the news of the plagiarism! Caught! Anyway, the brie is disgusting, Petrucci is full of himself, and I don’t like them. I won’t give a single point just to avoid grouping in the vote some still talented musicians with a poor fellow like you.

I love these anecdotes.

I'm a bit perplexed. The review is written in impeccable Italian, and as someone who has just read a review by Mariaelena, I will reward this aspect during the voting process, but... aside from the fact that the end for Metallica started not with but AFTER this album, which is, according to me and many others, a true masterpiece. Sure, it’s not thrash; in fact, even the hardest tracks are quite different from the early style, but the black album features a set of excellent songs, furthermore characterized by a remarkable variety (which you have highlighted). Your review seems a bit confusing in terms of ideas: you talk about your favorite album and then say it’s not much, you mention a lack of ideas and then exalt the abundance of them. Well, in the meantime, I’ll give a good rating because I like your style and the analysis of the songs is excellent.

Maria dedicates some new nonsense to me and Lost. I endorse Lost's comment word for word; in fact, I’ll just copy it. ---> Mariaelena, politely I asked you if you could delve deeper into the issue of unwelcome clones/imitators. What bothers me the most is that you only respond to those who flatter and stroke your ego. This is not only pathetic but also insulting to me. And not just to me. Your ability to engage in dialogue is devastatingly lacking. There’s you. Your angels. Your enormous sensitivity. Your sycophants. Those are indeed noteworthy. To the nasty and ugly world outside, you reserve contemptuous silence or adolescent drivel with horrifying syntax. At the edge of hypothermia. Perhaps I preferred Clarissa. At least she was feisty.
Name: Lostinspace | Date: 29/3/2007 | Rating: 1 | Album Rating: 4

Mariaelena, I read your reviews not out of masochism but for supreme laziness, if you allow me to use the term. In the happiest cases, they are works, unintentionally, hilarious; you can create such comical images that the temptation to read your reviews for pure amusement is too strong. Then it happens, as in this case, that the nonsense exceeds the warning level and you really can't make head or tail of it. Do you realize that often you are so caught up in your feelings that the subjects change, the verbs too but in the opposite way, and the sentences end up being meaningless? They just don’t hold up. Okay, I get the sentiment (even though, I must add, you always limit yourself to formulating banal poetic images, at an elementary level, that don’t go beyond the Sanremo-esque heart-love and similar themes), but for heaven's sake, could you at least make some sense once in a while? It’s hard to know what to say anymore; these same things have been said to you for a long time, well before you arrived on Debaser, consistently and accurately by many users, but you don’t give a damn. So what do you expect? Now I’ve said it all; for the next review, I will come straight to comment with the utmost cheeky spirit. No more advice; if your style stays this way, I’ll adapt by discussing it with a bit of irony, a sentiment that, unfortunately, is lacking in your palette. Halua p.s. and now I leave you with a solid 1.

Anyway, every time I have a page by mariaelena on my screen, I go into a spin: vertigo, blurred vision, mental confusion, and a sense of peace at the thought of my relationship with syntax... a nice effective and economical trip... mariaelena, pusher of Debaser... but you, mariaè, do you realize that a good part of your reviews make no sense? You always review albums that I neither listen to nor know (I have different tastes), but I would like to understand something, get an idea, but a symphonic dialogue that is considerably precious, in short, they’re all silver dust sprinkled with stardust, what the hell does that mean to me????????

Good morning (or by now good evening) Mariaelena.. everything is just great, but I was quite puzzled by the review, therefore I didn't really understand anything. Nothing wrong with that.. I eagerly await a piece from you that I can understand the meaning of by digging beyond the thick layer of emotion, as dense as the fog in my Po Valley city.. then I will have no hesitation in giving you a good rating.. for now I abstain.. a hug to everyone.