mien_mo_man

Oh!

So, I love NYC and I adore perspectives different from mine. They are American, ambitious, perceive love as something financially rich but at the same time don’t want to sacrifice at all, so they buy everything they can buy and sleep with everything they can’t buy. What’s more, they live in NYC, actually in Manhattan, which is quite different. So: women, wealthy Manhattanites, fickle, spoiled, whores, ambitious and successful. In other words, everything opposite to me, since I am primarily a man and secondly I am from the south, and the island is not Manhattan but Trinhacrian. Thus, it follows that, as a perfect openminded person, I have always looked at the TV show with curiosity (it aired something I would never have known in real life), but the movie in the cinema was tiring, exhausting, even the girls were falling asleep, even my friend of the night wanted to commit suicide. A tedious story full of clichés about love that I can’t even tell you. And then the scenes with the big-butted black secretary looking for love, all these females wanting love, but screw it! The TV show talked about the meaning of life, freedom, authenticity, the contrasts between flesh and spirit, criticized society, described it... HERE NO, HERE WE TALK ABOUT TRUE LOOOOVEEE! What a load of crap!

I agree with your analysis: this is an album in the style of A Senile Animal but better, more immediate as well, and I would say much more catchy. I had lost track of the Melvins in their unpredictable, inexplicable, incontrovertible pleasure for noise at any cost and against all logic, in some poses and many obsessions, but when someone puts out a good album, there's nothing to say. For me, this marks the end of a long stay in limbo, the album of emergence. Yours is a nice and straightforward review, immediate and without frills. However, I am on the path to "vegetarianism."

I wanted to tell you that 5

inspired from the first to the last syllable. When a review is a review, it means that it’s far more than just a review (at least for me). The album would kill me: the "infinite sadness" without electric guitars kills me.

Bartleboom has his sacred point of view, and I am the one who complained about the toilet flush: I’m fine with everything, but I’ve written scathing reviews of Kid Rock and the Rooney, I’ve given a whole string of 2s to the vast majority of Asia's albums (and I would have given a 2 to that in "casapagina" too), so I have also taken advantage of the DeBaserian space to trash things. In my opinion, trashing is useful. *The ballads of Todd Rundgren* got 3 comments on the day the film with Renato Zero got 1000, and that drives me crazy, but what really gets to me is that DeBaser wipes me away: it drives me crazy that people are more interested in Renato Zero than in Todd Rundgren, and not just because I write about Rundgren, but because of the weight of the character. And then what can I say? I don’t see any particular behavior from the Editors in such circumstances. What I tried to criticize in front of the Editors was the lack of consideration for reviews that I believe were well written but not chosen, or even after their "strike" when two of my reviews fell into oblivion right after a homepage that was supposed to welcome tons of posts but never published them (I calmed down a few posts later, prompted to reflect by esteemed Colleagues). I’ll tell you more: I saw them in concert in Trapani, and they really put their soul into it; these brothers-frocelli are absolutely convinced. And the girls of the Moccia-Mocciolo-Generation were in a frenzy. I wanted to write this review myself; in fact, I wanted to discuss the usefulness, for a single-almost-convinced bachelor like me, of finding myself in the presence of fine generations that, from *Non È La Rai* onward and increasingly downwards, have found themselves idolizing crap, with the subsequent dispersion of values. Obviously, I wanted to talk about this using the container of the review, to specify the immense sexual opportunities that have been presented to me and that will continue to present themselves, given the aforementioned dispersion of life values, including the old-fashioned conception of adolescent sexuality.

In my opinion, you’re right to tear them down. Imagine if a 14-year-old girl becomes infatuated and searches for their name online... what would she find before? Just crap like "the great Veneto duo triumphant at the Sanremo festival" and "they released a hugely successful album titled" or covers and forums filled with equally ravenous fans. FROM TODAY ON, NOT JUST THIS. From today, among the search results, there’s your review on DeBaser. Finally, a breaking point, a moment to reassess everything, perhaps to show that one girl in a million that there’s more to the world, that there’s better out there. If even a single human life is saved by your review, know that it was worth writing.

For some great ones that leave, it’s possible that just as many great ones arrive: DeBaser like for football? Right now I miss Vellutogrigio who has stopped reviewing (except for sporadic returns?) and I’m reading his 100 reviews (I even printed them out!), but I’m glad to see that someone has arrived who wants to put their soul into it and knows how to do it. I’d like to advise you not to be too prolific, but I don’t think it’s right to do so: I used to post a review every day, and sometimes two or three. The interval between one post and another was very short: I almost always had a review on the homepage, and then I crushed the DeBaserian balls with a review a day between Asia, Rundgren, Waterboys, and Utopia. So run baby run!

it's the usual story from the antithesis of light by the evoken: "the album is beautiful, you will feel your throat being torn apart by a spotted mastiff, you will hear only inhuman and anguished screams and you will end up wishing they were yours, you will smell decay and revel in the fact that it is your own intestines rotting under the sun, leaked from your navel." NO MORE DESCRIPTIONS LIKE THIS. IS THIS, IN YOUR OPINION, THE BEAUTY THAT WILL SAVE DOSTOEVSKY'S WORLD? I do like Sunn, though, because the drone is something very different. And honestly, I adore sinking belle with Boris: stunning, I listen to it every chance I get. I won’t rate the review: if I did, I would have to give 5 to the syntax and 1 to the meaning of what you write.

ah, no alge but lange. sorry. confusion.