Valeriorivoli

ANTIFAKE but do you want to fuck off or not? I SPEAK CLEARLY AND I GET MISUNDERSTOOD But the review is about the bo Let's forget about the Sabbath, do you want to force them in? But in the end, what is happypippo about, do you think we’re having a competition? Then you’re just a bunch of idiots, swine, coming here to talk about pipponi, about how many great albums you have at home, how you jerk off over them, who is making the painting, who is a table for the toilet, who wants it cooked, who raw, instead of chatting with some nice chick... who cares if you listen to this record or not, you toss it aside, with the antifake matriarch holding the game for you, and when it’s time, it’s time, and you guys are being a pain in the ass, don't joke around, eh...

"Arrogant pretentious loser" and I would add verbose myself: MAURO 60 Well fuck off working with Waters, who's another one who has never done a damn thing in his life and should thank Syd: you keep paying the alimony, the Ferraris, the property tax on the villas in the Caribbean for the wives of Waters and Gilmour with your own sweat, not me. YOU MORON and your bullshit idols about Waters' mental drivel, this review is historic, the actual truth hurts the '68ers...but someone—few unfortunately—have understood what I mean about these musical mystifiers. COMMUNICATION TO EVERYONE A GUITARIST WHO TEACHES MUSIC AT CIAC IN ROME, WHO WAS A SOUND ENGINEER FOR A PINK FLOYD TOUR IN ROME YEARS AGO, I HEARD GILMOUR SAY WITH THE BAND DURING THE SOUNDCHECK IN ENGLISH STYLE: WHAT A PAIN, ANOTHER CONCERT TONIGHT—EEEH HOW NICE FOR THE SHMUCKS PAYING, THESE ARE THE REAL PINK FLOYD. TRUE STORY, EH TRUE CHRONICLE. GO TO CIAC.

I knew it, love would be re-evaluated, even JoSquillo. UGLY PERVERTED SLOBS and masochists: those self-made men from Pietralata called CUGINI DI CAMPAGNA no and JOSQUILLO yes... And what about reviewing Christian sings Christmas songs for today after the video with Josquillo; or the importance of the Mickey Mouse march from the '70s to Kubrick; or you how are you by Baglioni is a return to the spleen of protest of early Kerouac. Pausini rhymes with Pasolini in the literary nouvelle vague of Petrarchan bocciofilo.

I don't know, maybe they were Aretha's backup singers: maybe her sister...maybe Rita Pavone, or Gianni Dei, it's unclear, it's in an interview, look for it if it's that important, but don't mess with me, for this gossip check the Record Mirror.

Peter Criss is not a bonzo—maybe that didn't even fit the sound of Kiss—but he's a good rock 'n' roll drummer: you can hear better what I meant on "Dressed to Kill," and he's not that unbalanced. Ace was a great guitarist for those times; "Rocket Ride" I think is equivalent to "Shock Me," even though I didn't mention that track, I gave space to Ace in the review. I believe his first solo album is the best of the four.

Sabbath are superior to the BOC, but do you understand which band we're talking about? They are different; the BOC are more refined and pop-oriented, but when they play heavy, they are frightening. The Sabbath are charismatic, but a bit one-dimensional; listen to the first BOC album and then the second and see how many styles they blend.

Aretha Franklin tells the story like this... Record Mirror, November 11, 1972
3-4 Bolan riffs are legendary

There are albums that not only do not withstand the test of time, but are born dead: this is the case of Faustò, with his poseur French phrases, the horrific trip of a personality born old, split and sick, like that of Battiato, both with that equine face plastered on the covers, lunar in a detrimental sense, that is, typical of a masculinity that is now split, menstruated, and apocalyptic, lacking that vagueness and that self-love reminiscent of the mirror, unlike other ambiguous characters in pop music—not to mention ZorroZero, who is even more repulsive than Faust'o— Ad metallas- and I went easy. Imagine if I had said ad bestias.

Feel the suicide of Faust or
or the delightful cope of Battiato: Pollution
"Inside me lives my identical life of microorganisms that do not know they belong to my body... Which body do I belong to?
NOTHING WILL REMAIN UNPUNISHED

how nice, instead this review has become a blog :eheh 40 years have passed since sgt. pepper, and coincidentally you knock down 4 beatles pins, and who do they drag along, the U2. STRIKE! The perfidious Albion and its proselytes who are ashamed of being Italian...my shitty Italian origins: another STRIKE:
how nice to see how historical roles are turned upside down: Emperor Claudius founded LONDINIUM among the barbarians, Rome was a civilization at its peak, and the Britons, those of the excellent lesbian-empress Elizabeth who favored with english style bandits and pirates like Drake against the Spaniards because they were Catholic, had the legitimate heir to the throne Mary Stuart killed, now they give us lessons in civilization.
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