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There is a huge mistake in the review: Bobby Gillespie was the drummer for the first Jesus album, he didn't contribute at all to the guitars. Before you go telling people that it doesn't matter, brush up on the basics, okay? P.S.: along with the self-titled album, it remains the weakest record of the Primal, just to say how much you matter...

Listen, GustavinoTanzino, when Evil Empire came out you were still in elementary school, so don’t talk about things you don’t know. The whole world was disappointed by that album, which could barely tie its shoes compared to the first one, except for "Bulls On Parade." So whether you like it or not, it doesn’t count. And then the discussion was another thing: I’m just fed up with reading the fourth review of this concert, as if The Who had reformed with Entwistle and Moon back from the dead. We’re talking about a band that made one album that will remain in the history of rock. The rest doesn’t count.

What a bunch of idiots with these RATM... They made one decent album more than fifteen years ago, and you're still here to annoy us?

Hi Vi, nasty bastard, you never get in touch! How are you? You know there’s that thread where it’s unclear whether you’re alright or not. I quote Ole.

Nice there... and thanks for reminding me that I still need to see it.

Dear Dr. Zaireeka, this evening I have a consultation with the Dirtbombs and so I’m afraid I won’t be able to respond to you. Furthermore, Dr. Freud hasn’t yet returned from his three-day trip to Venice (it seems he has made friends with Glen Matlock and is following the Pistols' tour; they are expecting him in Turin on July 11th where he should have dinner with Dr. Nietzsche). As for Dr. Adler, after the rave in Bucharest, it seems he continues to indulge in other dancing evenings, from polka to trance, in Eastern Europe. In short, consider yourself lucky; for the moment, the German Society of Psychotherapy has decided to let you roam free for a while longer. Although the use of the term "taxonomic" will surely imply a meeting between myself and Dr. Jung for a thorough analysis. Good evening.

I would lean towards a 4 for that Kol without an elle, but given the usual massacre, I'll give you the usual 5. In fact, Bowie’s last album, damn, how many years have gone by...

Great catch and excellent review. Especially because you praise "Hospital," which is truly one of the most beautiful songs of the '70s. Unfortunately, I don’t recall any covers. P.S.: I've always liked the Pistols' cover of Roadrunner. "I don't know the fucking words":-)

:-) I have a lot to say, but I'll stop here. P.s.: Teardo is too young to have experienced the Great Complotto, says someone who is old enough. P.p.s.: Gabri, you could have celebrated the five-thousandth by taking off your socks, finally :-)

Dear Dr. Zaireeka, I must reiterate that you read our resolutions with little attention. I have already specified elsewhere that the abjuration was related only to the subsequent opus, il Dolce Bollettino. Now you present me with this additional problem concerning your offspring. Unfortunately, Dr. Freud is still absent (Dr. Jung tells me that since last night he is in Venice downing beers and smoking oregano with the Iguana and Marcio), while Dr. Adler is at a rave in Bucharest. Therefore, at this moment, the Society cannot make any sensible decision (I am here trying to send Dr. Lino Toffolo home as he wants to sing Johnny Bassotto for the umpteenth time, while Alena Seredova is over there demanding my urgent presence, as she secretly fled Vienna from Gigi, who was going to bed early tonight). In short, it's really not the right time. Perhaps tomorrow evening we will have Barivecchia on a video call and we can tell you something more precise. Goodnight.