mien_mo_man

Romina must have been a stunner of the swinging Rome who gave birth to top artists like Mal and Shel Shapiro, but here we are in the context of the eighties, and the dreamy, cazzofriendly hippie had to adapt to being a grand lady of the eighties, married to a Southern Christian Democrat, a match that could only thrive in Italy... and, reconstructing her identity, she created a monster. In this cover, in fact, Romina looks like Marilyn Manson in Mechanical Animals.

I hate the Coens... first they deceive me with the idiotic pregnant sheriff and her useless husband, lost and happy with nothing and social rotundity (in "Fargo") who fights evil as if it were guessing who stole the jam among first graders... Now not even the brave ones, the veterans of Vietnam, the sons and grandsons of generations of sheriffs, the toughest men in all of Texas can screw over someone who thinks so clearly and straightforwardly that either they are the moral embodiment in all of us (as Supersoul says) or they are simply the biggest jerk and idiot in the world. But why overthink it, after all? Why kill ourselves (as I have done) over a Coen film and a novel? (I’m in an identity crisis) They create. What do we do? Should we write a book with thirty-six hands? Since Fusillo and Howdy started with the review at four...

I like that you also work with the nineties. right now I’m on a trip that's mainly made of root-rock, but Therapy?, besides always being my cup of tea, are among my favorites from that decade (and I've been saving some of their works for future reviews). Yours is a review that's completely different from how I would have written it, as if to say: so close yet so far. But should we write a novel together, four, eight, sixteen hands, all together?

the last one I liked was new adventures in hi-fi.

they're coming, they're coming... and here comes the review of the commitments ost... I write a ton of reviews (and a lot of people criticize me for it), but every time I do one, everyone cites other titles, other stuff (that’s ready and that I don’t want to post all at once because otherwise the Editors will chop me up and use me for the cover of a brutal death metal album). Easy, guys, easy. Commitments, home, and songs from the rain are ready.

Sure, a certain Van Morrison could give me the answer. And my review would have been one line long.

a dry one

no. in fact, there are 86 :)

Wow, but does nobody know Alarm? Now I'll review their discography!!!

The Alarm