Hetzer

But is it from 2019? Was the cover also chosen in 2019? From the elements you describe, I get a feeling of provincialism and a sort of lowbrow popular novel, like a penny blood or something along those lines..

In my opinion, you wrote the last three lines while looking at yourself in the wide-angle front camera of your smartphone.

Review with little or no sense, of a book that has little or no sense, written by a character whose only empirical sense is to drain (with)sense from a conception of populism that seems distant but is actually just articulated differently... Stuff that nonetheless gives you some headaches, considering that in about a year there will be political elections... I won't delve into the so-called book (although I fear that reading it for real and seriously is a kind of admission of having some kind of mental deviation...), but the debaseric operation seems really fragile and half-hearted to me... However, just seeing this character in de-home will likely make the so-called "anti-fascists" squirm and howl, and maybe in reaction it will provoke the shapeless and chaotic response of the so-called "fascists," assuming there are any...
Who knows, maybe we'll see some interesting things... In hope, a little star in addition...

Oh my, it's been ages since I've listened to this album! I got hooked on Tangerine Dream in the late '70s, early '80s, which is why this ended up in the depths of my memory! I'll definitely dig it out after reading such a review...

But can Alan White make it? He was washed up ten years ago...

It didn't even make me laugh...

Great writing, full of passion and charm, as well as a well-deserved tribute to Roxy Music, a band like no other and one that will never be repeated. People who, among other things, said goodbye to the world with what might be the best pop album of all time.

It goes without saying that, as far as I'm concerned, the vestibule of the review is much, much better than the review itself: it seems that at a certain point you got tired of writing, because among the grotesque names of other epitomes of the genre and various references, the thread unravels quite a bit... Well done anyway! I won't comment on the group, also because I'm one of those who sometimes doubts that things like "death metal" can truly exist...

It is painful to note the subdued and vaguely surrendering tone with which you face the grave, purulent reality of miserable and mediocre Italian-ness in the province, presumably of the North... I understand the disgust, but let’s hold our heads high, higher than the catastrophic stench of our society... Curling exists only for two or three days a year; it's better to have breakfast at home than at the café; the snow melts irreparably in the stinking rain of the Plain, but just look up and far away, and you can see it resisting and shining, a perpetual mockery of us poor mortals... It is down there and up there, and it conveys urbi et orbi an unreachable serenity @[De...Marga...] perhaps knows what I mean... In short, there is hope, not just in the damp pussy of beer & punk... One less star because the prosaic reality of standard Italiotic province deserves much deeper and targeted blows... A hug!

Another sad example of fake reviews, of fake reviewers, of fake enthusiasm, and of fake situationalism that has neither the slightest spark nor the slightest splash of verve. And considering it talks about Neapolitan identity and its surroundings, theoretically, there should be every reason to do a proper job at being awful...