Hetzer

Surely a pleasant follow-up to "Hurry Up! We Are Dreaming!", but the album is enjoyable to listen to, flows nicely, and keeps you company, even if it doesn't have any exaggerated highlights and has very few memorable moments. More than good, in my opinion.. Also because I tend to consider albums less and less in retrospect alongside other works; I try to evaluate them as standalone pieces, and I think this one works quite well..

"Smell.
Smell of liquid, smell of particles that scratch the foggy fabric of vision.
Invisible noise of water flowing on the glass colored by light. It tells an irregular line that gets lost in gravity.
Smell.
Smell of dew?
Smell of rain?
Fresh smell of condensation, of your breath and mine?
No fucking way, there's a stench of mold... Open this damn window and change the air, it feels like being in the ass of the tropics..."

Awful review, unnecessarily harsh, twisted by the past, well-written but superficial and careless to the right point.
"Who Are You" is an album that is pointless to compare to the previous glories of the band, since at that time novelty and sounds flowed at 200 miles an hour and it was tremendously difficult to both withstand the pressure of success and not become caricatures of themselves. Tracks delightfully intricate in arrangements and the result of a great effort in the studio, succeeded despite the devastating conditions of Moon and the heavy period for everyone; despite the difficulties, a great job of production, experimentation, and sound research, with both classic and innovative ingredients. It’s true that not everything works perfectly, but there are some really great pieces, and you are very wrong to underestimate Entwistle's contribution. And come on, there’s the title track... No one will ever be able to make a piece even remotely similar; considering the absurd conditions of the sessions, a closure like that is incredible. Let’s not joke about giving low ratings, here we’re talking about stuff that cannot be easily called into question in terms of quality...

A timely, highly analytical piece that provides an excellent general idea of what this writing is: a small mine of valuable insights and analyses, a kind of mini atlas that explains, in a lucidly cynical yet simultaneously poignant manner, the compositional process, the use of language, the incalculable power of HPL and his narrative flow. A book that should be read not only by every admirer of Lovecraft but also by anyone curious to better understand what the fantastic, the nightmare, and the ultimate horror truly are. It’s not a perfect book, especially for the limitations you highlight so well, but it remains incredibly valuable.

Reading this impeccable and precise analysis makes it seem like you wanted to deliver a Michelin-starred culinary critique of a slice of cafeteria pizza. I completely miss the point of targeting some kind of criticism towards these monstrous productions that disguise themselves as, confuse themselves with, and mix with TV series. I find no logic in searching for some spark in something that is produced and packaged to be reassuring, successful, with no budget issues, and therefore no compromises on script and narrative inventiveness. To me, this doesn’t even seem like cinema; there’s no challenge, no creativity, no tension, no risk of innovation. Expecting a spark or an evolution from such elephantine junk is like expecting a culinary revolution from the offerings on the "menu" at McDonald's.

Damn.. Damn.. I was just polishing a review of this essay these days, which I reread about a month ago.. Damn, Damn!

You can get past the arrogance and the neurosis of the "newbie who thinks he's got everything figured out"; you can overlook the outrageous claims about the supposed sacredness of a band that has personally always grated on my nerves every time I dared to listen to it with my masochistic instinct; you can let slide the ugly neologisms and the completely subjective evaluations; you can even overlook the morbid tone of the all-knowing fan. In the end, the page, thanks to the comments and responses from the reviewer, has that carefree and cheeky tone that embodies the greatness of Dabaser. In my opinion, that's no small feat, so you earn an EXTRA VOTE!
Now, send it away!

In my opinion, "What's Up" is one of the most annoying and hateful hits of the '90s (and that’s saying something), and this is one of the most pathetic and half-hearted reviews I've ever heard. If you don’t feel like writing, making us laugh, being a little ridiculous, or giving us some trash, then don’t even bother with these useless drivel.

Are you a friend and/or relative of @[Error]?

I stopped at the first paragraph because, even though this group is absolutely not my style, the mystical journey in the mountains, in any weather condition (except rain; that’s magical to experience when you’re in a tent...) is the water of life for me, and I understand you in every single word and even beyond... Just out of curiosity, is the sacred mountain enveloped in snow and fog (and thus invisible and yet immense like an inner Everest) by any chance the Moncucco?