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The problem is that people don't care. I mean: in Padua, I was mocked for my waste when we know (the judiciary knows, the state knows) that toxic waste, the kind that kills people, the kind that is the subject of this documentary, speaks Veneto and Lombard. In the Debaser chat, from an apparently rather humble and moderate user (Telespallabob), residing in Lombardy, I heard Naples referred to as "Monnezzopoli"... for goodness' sake, I'm not hoping for understanding or even compassion (the compassionate kill the world, said the German with the mustache), I only hope for honesty. Now I don't know exactly what happens in Salento, but I know what happened in Naples: the landfills were exhausted because there are no facilities to dispose of waste and complete the waste cycle, but what kills people is the waste from factories, those factories located in the richest areas, and not coincidentally ignorant of this shit of a country. Every Sunday, every single Sunday, I see the mounds of boys my age burned in three months by leukemias and various cancers, and I wonder why the incidence of these charming inconveniences is not equal to that of Voghera or Lodi? OMAHACELEB, you are making a mistake of mine. I too tried to testify, to seek understanding on these pages, but these pages are here to take, not to give. Socialism, in this case the socialism of waste, is chosen by individuals either because they live in a particularly disadvantaged situation or because they have the same initial fears... and we southerners, for common feeling, for the opportunities granted to us, for the years of life that are ripped from us, have always been considered the landfill or refuse of someone else (it would be nice if everyone knew the Americans' calls to De Gasperi regarding how he didn’t spend the Marshall Plan money in the South)... and so you know how it might end: federalism of waste. We Neapolitans keep our waste and they go to dump their fucking chemical compounds in Lake Garda or in the illegal landfill of Arcore. And so I will leave you with a phrase from Barres, a French reactionary who wanted federalism for post-Napoleonic France, an abstract federalism that was therefore closer to the truths of the people and not to those of the state: "There is no freedom to think. I can only live according to my dead. They and my land command me a certain activity."

I’ll tell you... I’m not too fond of the review. Honestly, I find mine more effective, but you did well to send it... if you can entice just one person to watch this documentary, you will have achieved your (and my) goal. Bye and good luck!

Nice Easy, this way I recycle the envelope and send you my... just kidding, eh! I'm waiting. I am a patient boy. Gustavino, I figured you didn’t like Parts & Labor, but try listening to their cover of "Kobra"... but above all, do you still have a thing for Rettore? Oh, we're still missing Purpulan!

Hello, it's been a while since I sent a review... this one was written "in a month" from several months ago... what can I say!?! In my opinion, they haven't lost their spark; they just tried to explore the path to get laid more... they release an album every year, in 2008 even two, namely the craziest one and the stupidest one (this one!)... well, let's say I'm optimistic this time and we'll settle the score next round. Meanwhile, Mapmaker remains one of the albums of this new (not so new) decade for me... I still haven't picked up the No Age album originals... and I don't know if I will... right now, I don't know anyone poorer than me. Goodnight.

What the hell, you give me the chance to say some things that need to be said. I found this record while doing research for my girlfriend who is preparing a thesis on Curtis... when I saw the cover, I was amazed and of course I didn’t listen to it and I don’t think I will... how is it possible that an album like Unknown Pleasures, which contains ghosts, an album that if you listen to at night, in the dark, with good headphones, literally makes you shit your pants from fear, an album with such deep sounds, where you can hear mouth noises or breathing, has to be ruined by these massive bullshit made just to scrape together a few coins? The cost of fame: when I was in high school and said I loved the music of the Division, people shrugged... now it’s cool to listen to them, forgetting that, after all, it’s music made by losers for other losers. In short, as they say in Naples (I’ll translate it for you since it snows where you live)... with that money they should only buy medicine!

I say three things: 1) when you want to write about something, is it for the purpose of promoting the reviewed object or the reviewer? For heaven's sake, I'm the first to send very unorthodox reviews... but always functional to the object. This one isn't functional; I don't know who Sound are, I didn't understand what they do, and I'm not looking them up. There are thousands of strange things in the database, I wouldn't even include this among the deCasi... putting this one out there means publishing anything... from a cooking recipe to fantasy football training... and we know it isn't like that. 2) Seeing a comment from Woodcock is always pleasant... it has the taste of coming home after a crappy day. 3) Have a good weekend.

It reminded me that I need to move beyond "The New Folk Implosion" (which I recommend). I've been listening to that album for 4 years now... it's time to move on. Thanks. Ah, Lou's voice is beautiful. It always has been... play "Forget The Swan."

It must be beautiful to have the possibility to decide your own destiny; too bad I can only identify with the pleasures of those who will never have a destiny... already Smith, certainly not a jolly fellow, wrote that for every rich man there are 500 poor people... it would be a good and just thing to kill the rich and feed the 500 poor souls... not for love of good, just out of malice, to feel like God. Hi Andrea, nice to see you here again.

It needed a review, but here we're just dozing off... the one that really doesn't convince me is "Putiferio Goes To War"... I’d give it a nice 3.5, let’s say 4... but that offbeat drumming, can you hear it, huh crazy!?!

Shall we talk about pussy?