alessioIRIDE

great review...this might be their most charming, but my favorite remains crooked rain

Well, Converse are famous now, but they were out of fashion for centuries... in my freshman year, I was the only one who had them. My classmates mocked me because they thought they were hideous... now everyone has them... the same goes for Vans. I've always had them and always worn them (I mean the old school ones... those from Lords of Dogtown)... why should I change my habits for a mass of zombies? Judging a monk by his robe has never been a smart thing to do... rather, it's a case of judging them based on the fact that everyone listens to indie, but no one understands what indie really is... namely: Dinosaur Jr, Pavement, Fugazi, and various other stuff.

oops... I let out a burp with a childish aftertaste. Anyway, anyway, don't fight: communists or fascists, I hate you all the same, all of you. :)

well... living in a metropolis alien to time, regarding the Neapolitan indie scene, I have nothing to say. we are so out of time that there is no fashion, and when it arrives, it comes very late... stepping out of the black hole I live in, I must say that greasy fools in horizontal striped shirts are everywhere. but it depends on the context. if you go to a Klaxons concert or, I don’t know, the Arctic Monkeys... well, they will be numerous, although that's not always the case. for instance, in Berlin I stumbled upon a Cribs concert, who are a bit better than the British invasion, and there were no idiots, but you know, the Bildung is the Bildung. stepping outside of Italy, then, the fulcrum of this alternative mediocrity is found in London… a real house of Satan. oh, the half-wits (that’s what I call the English) are all the same. like, all of them. they all seem like little Oasises with cocky walks and mandatory striped shirts. and to think that once indie was everything that wasn’t fashion… well, let’s leave it be.

More than democratically, I would say dem Christianly... just kidding! Great page and the comments are also little reviews... I'll definitely check it out, especially because I find Sean Penn fascinating both as a media figure and as an actor... arguably the best, not counting the classics... let’s say among the younger ones.

grunge doesn't exist and neither does Santa Claus, the Befana does and she's all made of silicone. the page perfectly reflects what the hole are... shit

Have you seen Ulan Bator at Velvet (in Naples), Nick? ;)

Thank you for pointing out this record... now I'm sure I won't listen to it even by mistake.
sooo boring, the mogwai, they are all the pestilence of dullness that many call post-rock
...great review anyway, well done... the username sounds somewhat feminine. bye

In fact, very romantically, I don't believe she is the mastermind, but the level of heroin in his blood is such that it suggests, at least science says so, that he died stiff before shooting himself in the mouth... I don't know, just like nobody knows, and I hope for suicide.

obviously it wasn't local, but legal