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not at all in agreement. << It was the distant 1991 when two of the brightest minds in indie rock carved out a small space for themselves. >> okay, this is bullshit. Pussy Galore is one of those bands that only make sense and have value in a metaphysical world inhabited by music critics who listen to music from the wrong orifice. In the real world, just like all the little bands like them, they are worth nothing. And this is also a duplicate; you could have at least done the one for Nice Ass (another somewhat silly record)... anyway, I will die with my convictions: a strand of pussy pulls more than a herd of oxen. If a record like this were produced (like 90% of the so-called fox-core or whatever the hell that genre is called) by an individual with a penis... well, they wouldn't even sell the three copies they currently sell.

I only care about things that can be considered both art and shit, or that probably are both.

okei

beautiful for Kemo... just to be young. Anyway, how do you evaluate them? I mean, in my opinion, it's almost impossible to stick stars on these guys. It’s not music, what do you base it on? Emotion? Then we should give stars to our own emotions! So whether it’s a 1 or a 5 depends only on us. Does it depend on what we eat or what we do? Too many thoughts today! I'm still undecided whether the drone is a scam or a cool thing... of course, earth 2 is cool! Bye Kemo, hold on, let me sprinkle you with a bit of love!

Okay, you sleep with Christiane. I'm not going to compliment you because she's kind of a mess. Damned wandering cases of humanity!

Hey friend Friz, to make a comment I certainly don’t need to share my degree, the time of my last hookup, how many languages I speak, and where I use my tongue. If you’re talking about things you don’t know, that’s your problem. This is strong, I’m waiting to copy it: << the comparison is risky not because of artistic value but simply because comparing an Italian film with a German film for us (Italians) will certainly make “our” film appear to be of better quality. >> Sure, you're right, but only if it's an Italian idiot. What the hell are we doing? Cheering for Italian films? Meanwhile, you talk and comment on things you don’t know. Then let me point this out: I’m not acting cool; rather, I am cool. Secondly, if you know that Christiane is using again, good for you; maybe you’re hooking up with her... well, who cares. You might have slept with her and that’s it, but from what’s circulating online, she’s made a life for herself, made music with a big name, and that's it. By the way, the zigulì (junkies) disgust me; I’ve never done drugs or at least things that would put my life at risk. Too bad they sell heroin 10 minutes from my home. If I want, I can take a bus and go to the biggest open-air drug market in Europe. The Visitors, as the junkies are called here, I know what they’re like and they’re not the ones from Trainspotting. That said, I think I’ve already wasted too much time. So, stick to commenting on what you don’t know, not on me or my attitudes... obviously, if you want to do it, go ahead, who cares. Tschuss.

Okay, noted! I liked the last two (especially if you leave me, I'll erase you). Thanks for the tip.

I miss them live, but right now I don't know if I would go... maybe you feel like the old piece from ten years ago, but surrounded by the latest nonsense. I think they are over.

Sure, there are certain things you read on debaser that you can’t find elsewhere. << I don’t know the movie, the comparison with Trainspotting and Christiane F seems risky to me. >> But if you don’t know it, how the hell can you say the comparison is risky? The theme is the same, sure, presented differently... and thankfully so. You watch Trainspotting and the first thing you think is that you have to start shooting up. Why? Because it’s a simple movie, because there’s an incredible soundtrack that gets your ass moving from start to finish (not by chance, Iggy hit the charts thanks to that film)... this, on the other hand, is real. There is no light in the life of someone who uses, in fact, those who use do so because they need to feel unwell. Stop. We Kids of the Zoo of Berlin is a little film. Amen... a bad adaptation of a book that also has social significance. Christiane is a girl who lives in a dehumanizing and anesthetizing tenement, and her journey in the book is almost written as a path that’s owed to her, and it’s no coincidence that the book ends with her discovering political engagement (obviously on the left)... what the film presents is a poorly executed and misleading summary. Stop. No, she hasn’t started using again... and comment when there’s something to comment on. Not just to spout nonsense or at least not just that.

a really intense film! great proposal. I would consider Christiane F's book more than the film... the movie is almost devoid of substance, while the book is like a brick thrown at your head... I think I've read it at least 10 times... it would be nice to write a continuation of the book, to make it clear that it's possible to come out of the tunnel and start living again. Christiane started dating the current bassist of Einstürzende Neubauten (the one who looks like the Dude from The Big Lebowski) and formed a band. anyway, a work that deals with such a topic MUST be chilling, and this film is chilling!