alessioIRIDE

happy guys you to listen to this bullshit happy everyone. but don’t say that all the metalheads in their attitude don’t want to play the part of the super macho because otherwise you are blind and also deaf.

I don't think metal is about Satan, sex, and things like that. Absolutely not. If I thought that, I would judge people, and I don't want to do that. For me, metal is synonymous with banality on a musical level. That's it, and nothing more—just my opinion.

I prefer Damaged, but My War is more groundbreaking. King Buzzo called My War his bible, and you can feel it. In my opinion, you're right: Bleach and the entire Melvins are more tributary to My War. Anyway, I still prefer Damaged and I believe you are right about this, so I'll refer you to my review of A Senile Animal by the Melvins. Bye.

Nice review, but not on par with the album. Of course, I'm joking; it's a nice review, but it wouldn't do justice to the album even if it had been written by Dante. Damaged is an exaggerated, absolute, enormous album.

Really, when I alluded to the sheer banality of metal, without offending anyone, mind you, I wasn't referring to 2006 or 2005 but to metal in its entirety. In original metal, you have just the early stuff from Motörhead and the first albums of Iron Maiden, and after that, it’s just a repetition of alienated solos, virility, homophobia, and banality. Of course, this is just my view... The Melvins cannot be classified as metal at all because they don't have anything, absolutely nothing. Neither the sound nor the approach, which is the most important thing for anyone who is getting into making music. I hope no one is offended.

together with nevermind by nirvana, bullhead by melvins, and is it real? by wipers, this is my favorite album. pure, emotional, clean, and melodic indie-rock. I don't know what to say... for me, it's perfect.

festwca I saw your personal folder... let's escape to a deserted island with a stereo and only talk about music. you have exactly the same taste as me... congratulations on the great choice :)

Reviewing one's own work is a bit pathetic, but if you want to be fully independent, you really have few anchors to cling to. What can we do? We don't have money to pay for some management, at least for the moment. Is it our fault? Anyway, the review was meant to be a lighthearted way of drawing attention, with a bit of irony and mockery towards serious and stuffy reviews, somewhat poetically banal, that appear in magazines like Rolling Stone, but no one understands.
We seem like Monty Python.

thank you, these: PEARL JAM (ten is the most ridiculous album), van halen (ah ah ah ah), guns'n roses, OASIS, metallica, placebo, green day, artyc monkeys, fraz ferdinand, pink floyd (post-barret and pre the wall), blur, U2 (I would kill bono with a golf club), korn, strokes, .... I could go on forever

with this msg alessioIRIDE stops because I've had enough. dear mista I have never offended you or any other piece of shit nor have I made any comment about your stupid group and your cavernous reverb snare. I have only mocked you with a bit of irony just as one treats silly children because I want to clarify that I don’t touch shit even by accident.
To anyone reading the IRIDE review: it’s not a sign of superiority; it’s citation-based only because we don’t want the attention of those stupid English-Oasis types and especially because we don’t have the means to be physically heard; we don’t copy and we are completely autonomous and sincere; if you have even a shred of a sense of irony, you will find us likable; if you’re not a bunch of assholes, the IRIDE love you; the IRIDE speak of themselves in the third person plural because we are friends with the wizard telma; we speak in the third person plural because if berlusconi, who is a stupid person, speaks in the third person singular about himself, we can afford to talk in the eighteenth ultra-plural.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.