mien_mo_man

I downloaded it from their site (back in the day) and I got it with this title. Anyway, my review clears things up: from Nirvana/Sunny Day Real Estate they ended up at QOTSA.

First of all, let me thank you for posting a review about this great character.

I wanted to thank you for the tribute you paid to my review: a few days after the release of Puzzle, I predicted that this album would deserve at least six singles. The fact that you mentioned it in your review is a testament to my quality as a reviewer.

Alessio, you finally made up your mind!

who knows if bjorky is hooking up with fottermeier (don’t be offended, okay? it just came to my mind)

You always write so well, and she is my teenage dream-nightmare, but in the end, I really want to understand how you came up with the idea of writing a review. Just because you think it's good modern soul? I would also happily look for good modern soul, but I would never ever approach the Carey who made tracks like the cover of Without You or Dream Lover or Heartbreaker... And anyway, if I had one of her CDs, I really don’t think I could put it in the player; rather, I would masturbate over it, lamenting just because the hole in the CD is too tight.

You are very good, but these children of Bersani (not the minister, but Samuele) with their 80s video game music, their unbearable voice, and their taste for childish melodies really annoy me.

Well, PunkPrincess writes well anyway. For her level of writing (not Leto's, but PunkPrincess's), I can say that if I didn't know anything about music, I would believe her.

Every time I promise myself to delve deeper into them, but then the image of their old video for "can't get out of bed" comes to mind with such precision, where the singer moves like one of those classic over-the-top Cockney snob posers of Britpop (even though they're older than Oasis et similia) and I lose the desire.

A couple of years ago, I had a girlfriend in Furci Siculo... she would tell me about her brother's brand new sunglasses and would speculate on how much they might have cost him... I asked her what brand they were, just to get an idea before helping her guess a price, and she said: "I don't know, but they're kind of 70s Elvis style." "Like that crazy guy from your town who walks around with the sideburns even though he's bald, and who I see at Mister Roll in the evenings imitating Elvis Presley with karaoke, even though he doesn't know a word of English," I said, smiling. "That crazy guy," she pointed out, "is my brother." Even though I noticed her mix of sadness and embarrassment, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Aaaah, what a life!