Valeriorivoli

I reiterate the concept of using the Italian language; look at how you start: "Listen, Rivoli: a one-off. Period." You are not ironic... and you are: "Brao. congratulations. If I were an asshole I'd even sue you." You are the one being light, YOU WHO EVEN RESORTS TO THREATS, YOU ARE DANGEROUS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? an immature and dangerous personality, just because you don't back down, you don't express yourself, and you resort to threats!!! BUT WHY DO I CARE IF YOU REVIEWED THOSE GROSS AMERICAN CRAP LIKE SPIDERMAN3 AND BOAST ABOUT IT? And moreover, you take refuge in dialectal invectives - I said it, Garibaldi and Mazzini have struggled in vain: listen, friend of the sun, you understand baluba, tell your partner, if you have one, my criticisms have always been about musical topics and you started with the personal, you. See to it that you finish it here because I have no time to waste and when you see my name on DeBaser, abstain.

But do you know that brain cells don’t regenerate once they’re burned out? That if you keep this up, you’ll revert to a primitive state? Are you schizophrenic? You quote Steiner after doing two copy and pastes of emails in a childish tantrum? AND WHO THE HELL called you? You started like a clueless newbie with: "It's precisely the ignorance and primitivism of Sabbath that makes them superior to Blue Oyster Cult, in my opinion; and even more seminal. I love B.O.C.'s Secret Treaties, which features their all-time classic Astronomy (redone, of course poorly, by the unbearable Metallica) and the magical pseudo-jingle Don’t Fear the Reaper, a masterpiece. I don't know this album. And then you tell me for free to find a girl, it’s better, rivoli! What does that have to do with anything? Do you want to know about my romantic or sexual life, well... You quote Steiner – what does that have to do with this?... and then you end the sentence with ‘therefore’... are you dyslexic? Then you say "old stuff that gives points to the instrumental licensing but only serves to numb actual creativity," but how the hell do you express yourself? What do you mean? Maybe I’ll help you: the bands I’ve reviewed so far are anything but super technical, like prog, etc. I’ve lavished praise on Syd Barrett, stating that he’s not a guitar hero from the late '60s, I’ve given good ratings to the Roxys, and even to the cugini di campagna.
So let’s start over, because you have problems with written expression and articulation of thought... subject, verb, complement. If you had even a shred of myelin sheath left in your short-circuited neurons, you wouldn’t spout this tide of vulgar nonsense, gratuitous slights, et cetera. But what does it mean to take oneself seriously? You don’t discuss Dante or Petrarca on Debaser, (by the way, the song form that is somewhat similar to the modern one has its roots precisely in the stilnovo, the troubadours, Petrarca and other poets, whether it's music or not. This is why in Italy the song or jingle always stirs a lot of interest...) In my reviews, there's always irony even when I feel the urge to praise an album and criticize another.
There’s no arrogance, just consistency that can be challenged with appropriate arguments... Anyway, I had a lot of fun, I’m not frustrated because music reviews have always existed, it’s just that they’re now absent from newspapers - Have I become some kind of aristocratic-autistic person? Yes, but I had so much FUN! I was beautifully ridiculed; oh my god, how embarrassed I am... Anyway, come back more prepared in September.

Happy Pippa, you are a poor dry scrotum and live in a pippone, it’s obvious, you can tell from the nickname how dirty and regressive you are, pornolalico, but go learn to play CANE refrattario, these THINGS WERE DONE IN KINDERGARTEN, and they testify to your intellectual, cultural, and moral level: you are a LEMUR, the Platonic idea of man, the confirmation of how useless public school is, as well as the Darwinist obsessions of evolution when boors like you are not shaped by mining jobs that open your ass and brain to the hermetic closure that you have on your synapses ruined by millennia of using only the reptilian brain. YOU ARE A FAILURE OF the welfare state, of republics, of the sleep of reason giving rise to monsters, of schools for all, of the return to barbarism, to a primitivism of the horde, of the failure of the blood shed to make Italy a modern nation, Mazzini, Garibaldi, strike down from above these squalid descendants, before they reproduce into even worse lemurs than they are.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmerda

but you don't get it and you insist eh listen to the record

ANTIFAG SIMILAR BUT WHAT DO YOU HAVE THE MENSTRUAL REDUNDANCY IN YOUR BRAIN? ARE YOU HAUNTING ME? You wouldn’t dream of writing this kind of review; I have a mission to accomplish that is not self-referential but about getting rid of the merchant's ears of donkeys like you, who don’t know how to either write or stay quiet: IT’S TIME TO THROW DOWN FROM THE TOWER SO MUCH CRAP SWALLOWED PASSIVELY FOR YEARS, thanks and especially praised by the bootlickers, Ganymedes, sellouts like you. LONG LIVE THE NATIONAL COUSINS!!!

Sure you can express your opinion, happypippo, of course, but I said that technically and musically they are more prepared. You are the one who started in 4th grade, remember? And no one is stopping you from participating, but if you intervene, intervene to talk about a BOC album, not about what you feel or what you like or what you ate last night. And even if it were, you should start like this: subject - the album Mirrors - verbal predicate - is - an album - object complement - that sucks, I like it, I buy it, I download it, I would throw it away though... and so on. I might sound arrogant, but that's how it is.
Peace and love

SICK WHORES, these phrases shouldn’t even be said as a joke; they’re thought but not spoken out of respect for the audience and the work one does as a musician. Do you understand? You justify being messed with, because you would do the same. YOU'RE DISHONEST, ready for anything; you have the pride of amoebas. You're just CONSUMERS, and that's it.

Happy pippo, I’m not an exalted person; it’s just a pretense. Everyone has their own judgments and aesthetic parameters, but I CAN’T STAND THE TOTAL and gratuitous INTELLECTUAL DISHONESTY OF MANY who come here to sell their carpets or their records. You hit me with your arrows the moment you say Black Sabbath are superior to the BOC; that’s already an exclusively personal parameter that falls outside of my reception. When you say, “I don’t know this album,” you shouldn’t even intervene because you’re straying from the discussion. Then you continue unfolding your cards, and benevolently, I have to give you a rappel à l'ordre in slang. Antifake, you’re a sick, gratuitous, and vile queer, and I’m just calm, look, it’s stimulating the low profile of people like you who pontificate to me without arguments, and then, there you see the shallowness of your soul. You go and talk about my personal experiences without knowing me: to me, you’re just a rhetorical exercise… a shadow, I talk to myself and intellectually masturbate. You’re my pollution; you don’t exist, goodbye.