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Chebbello, music for snobs that sells millions of copies. It’s full of snobs. I like a world full of snobs. What I don’t like is all this niceness towards the reviewer. What the hell, it’s the twelfth one and it doesn’t say anything, I mean, nothing, new compared to the others. It’s just a nice little assignment. But for that, I could have asked my nine-year-old niece. So if no one is going to be an ass, I will. There are dozens of albums that have come out recently and none have been reviewed. Always Maiden and In Rainbows. Enough!

Go have a beer with the Arsenal fans, Marco...

Great idea to do a review of this album. This is only the twelfth one. By the way, no one has bothered to review the 2nd CD, which by the way is quite terrible (I believe that NickGhostDrake has it too and has a completely opposite opinion). Have fun.

Thank you for reassuring me. In fact, perhaps the period '79/'82 is a bit short:-). Well, I notice that Odra had even disappeared before me, while Lewis is a bit stingy. They haven't left us alone to fight against this horde of ignorant and presumptuous youngsters, have they? The month of absence did me good, and I've come back quite lively (let me believe that). A bien tot, although I know nothing about Armando Piazza, aside from the name.

Super, what scares me is that lately you're picking up on groups of which I am completely unaware. I mean, I believed I was pretty encyclopedic, but it seems like you might outdo me in the long run. The embarrassment is not insignificant; on what ground could I defeat you?:-). P.S. satisfy my curiosity, but between vinyls and CDs, how many do you have?

You know that unfortunately I like you (to be honest, I like Rivoli too). The review is a delirium, and so I liked it. Bye!

Empty me? Instead of filling your mouth with postmodernisms, it would be better for you to study the basics of Aristotelian logic. I made two mere "musical" observations, and you don't even respond to one (dated post-rock); to the other (Ferrettiana-derived lyrics), you reply with something else. You're too caught up in arguing with me and insulting me to realize that you're confusing the singing with the lyrics. Ferretti's singing is chant-like, declamatory, etc., not the lyrics. However, the lyrics share a common imagery between the two groups, transliterated over a span of about ten years. But in both cases, it's limited, therefore "provincial." So much so that to someone from Paris, who doesn't understand the lyrics, the C.S.I. seemed pathetic. Even more limited are the Offlaga, who even tell about their little squabbles among small groups (and besides, do you know how much a person from Modica cares about certain communisms?). As for the "losers," that referred to their live performance, worthy of a nursing home. The "fakes" referred to the fact that they had the cover of "Rumore" before their first album was even released (something that has never happened for an Italian band; I recall, just to make an example, that the "Afterhours" of Germi were on the verge of breaking up due to the indifference with which "Rumore" treated them). Not to mention the contribution from certain circles that allowed them to do many concerts around Italy when they were, indeed, nobody. So you've had enough explanations? I only believed that the Offlaga didn't deserve any particular hassle. You do. I still hold that there are bands worth discussing instead of 'isti. Keep your anger for something more interesting. And besides reading Deleuze, if you want to talk about songs, listen to a few more and try mingling in the Italian alternative music scene. P.S.: and maybe get in touch with Black, who says I'm know-it-all, while according to you I have an inferiority complex.

Look, I’m sorry if I came off wrong, as you say, but honestly, every word is superfluous when one thinks that these will remain "in the history of music." The Marlene, nowadays, have become unbearably intellectual and soporific, but 15 years ago, even though derivative like few, they had the energy that allows you to play rock'n'roll and that, to the Offlaga, would even prohibit getting on stage, if they weren’t so cleverly opportunistic. And then to talk about provincialism, my God, I’m one of the prime examples. Lyrics that don’t even cross the Brenner Pass and obsolete post-rock, and they’re not provincial? On this note, I remember a review from Les Inrockuptibles, just to broaden the discussion, about TRE. It simply stated: "But who are these guys, who are doing The Cure with a fifteen-year delay?" Just to emphasize, if it weren’t for the lyrics and the singing in Italian, which means something to you, but doesn’t say a damn thing to me. And again, what do Massimo Volume have to do with this? Mimì is a writer, and you can tell, and Egle is an exceptional guitarist. I repeat: let’s not confuse shit with risotto.

I'm sorry, but I don't understand a damn thing that Merdadicane says. If you translate it for me, maybe I can respond...

Dear all, I'm sorry that you don't understand what I'm saying. And yes, I do say silly things. That Black doesn't get it goes without saying. Me, a know-it-all? It's the Offlaga who are know-it-alls, with an unsustainable veneer of intellectualism. Honestly, the ramblings of rocknrollsuicide and Finnegan about this bunch of losers somewhat unsettle me. I've read what you say, since I'm not a pretentious and silly little guy like someone else, but it seems to me an effort beyond the immense. Deleuze? But, my friends, they're just little songs. And when you want to pass them off as something more, lacking the ability to do so, I run away at full speed. But how the hell can you quote Debussy, Eno, or Slint while talking about 'isti? They are doing post-rock with a twelve-year delay and writing Ferrettian lyrics in response without the ability for synthesis. The absolute zero, just like Finley (and they annoy me just as much because they're talked about a lot). P.S.: I saw them live a few months before the Bachi, so please let’s not confuse shit with risotto; during the concert, one cry escaped from my throat, "Just go fuck yourselves!" And that Vortex thinks like me is quite reassuring.