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this babbo di minkia with the swimming goggles thinks he’s stumbled into the village of the natives with the alarm clock around his neck... That one at the Bloom in Mezzago wasn’t any "blues for the red sun" tour... it was the one after the release of Welcome to Sky Walley, I remember they had the Swedish metalheads Mary Beats Jane supporting them. Now take off the goggles because maybe the straps are covering your ears and you can’t hear well, ready? PRRROOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!

It means that the distinctive trait of the Green on Red sound is not the good Cacavas but Dan and his typical voice, and we need to agree on what tension means because a piece like Deliverance, which you consider sweet and dreamy, is infused with tension from head to toe. After all, one or two sweet songs are not enough to make a sweet album; otherwise, we would say that "Lucifuge" by Danzig is "sweet" as well. Forget about the critics like Scaruffi and listen with your own ears; Opal (formerly Clay Allison) is the creation of two "splinter" musicians from the Paisley scene (Roback and Kendra Smith) who completely detach from those American roots that you can hear in all Paisley groups and instead fully embrace acid and visionary psychedelia close to a certain exotic folk with tabla and sitar in the British '70s style, so much so that they recorded for an English label. Listen to "Happy Nightmare Baby" and tell me if you think it sounds like a Paisley group. If you find that sweet too (the title says it all), well, then we genuinely have two different ways of perceiving things.

it's you who bothers, inserting yourself into a review of an artist completely unknown to you and declaring, "in her always talking about certain subjects, I see her as limited like any Burzum, who indeed always talks about the same things." Now stop for a moment, think carefully and judge whether you don't see this as a comment from a loser. If you want a politically correct site, there are plenty of other bland ones, but here both reviews and stupid comments are ruthlessly attacked.

Brian, it's exactly people like you who push me to hang around debaser as little as possible, people who don't know a damn thing about an artist and come into their reviews to express their loser doubts, even bringing up De André when it has nothing to do with this case. I was lucky enough to see Diamanda Galas live, and the concert of the "serpenta" is something I will NEVER forget in my life. This is a woman marked by pain who doesn't sing about sunshine and butterflies because she has only seen suffering, from the asylums where her career as an artist began alongside the Living Theatre, through drug addiction and the death of her brother from AIDS. What should she sing about? If you don't know what you're discussing, why don't you go comment on a nice review of Carla Bruni?

I watched the video and I confirm...cold and twilight blues post, it makes my grandfather with arthritis dance just like Gionata Uomoricco makes my six-year-old nephew dance.

See blacchedogghe, the mere fact that you write "You need to slow cook, sfaccimme" directed at another user automatically puts you on my list of people to avoid on this site. Jokes like testa di cazzo, pirla, coglione or other insults I think can still fit in the "friendly" language, but the venom of phrases wishing for tumors (poletti to il_paolo) or a slow death distinctly marks the person who writes them as unwelcome in my reviews. Clear?

Oh well, pretazzo, then it's pointless to argue. The drumming in Circle Jerks is kickass, the guitarist came from the Redd Kross of the (later) metalhead McDonald brothers, and Keith Morris was the singer of Black Flag for their debut EP before leaving due to issues with Ginn. You're not talking about four fools here; you've really chosen the wrong band to back up your theory. In fact, for me, the Jerks with "Group Sex" were more influential than the Germs for hardcore, with 14 songs in under twenty minutes, a blitz of sonic attacks that had no equal at the time.

what a shame that people like this are doomed to oblivion while scumbags have made money… Jayne, between '77 and '78, was among the first to realize that something was changing in punk, and the proof is the Pink Military with the second side of this experimental record. It is always a pleasure to read reviews written by someone who has spent years digesting what they write and doesn't improvise on the spot.

I'm sorry, laggio, but it’s clear that you’ve never chewed on paisley for long, which, by the way, is not sweet at all but filled with tension. These were all people coming from punk (Wynn, Griffin, Roback) who, with the resurgence of rockabilly, garage country sounds, pushed forward by folks like Gun Club, Flesheaters, and Blasters, are moving back toward the psychedelic past. The Salvation Army themselves were punk before becoming Three o' Clock, led by Mike Quercio (not Piucci, who was the guitarist for Rain Parade). And the Opal, yet another transformation of David Roback, are not paisley at all. Green on Red have always been Dan Stuart and his nasal voice, and I’ve never seen them calm; theirs is an electric folk rock loaded with tension, partly due to Cacavas's keyboards, who later left with Giant Sand. In any case, I believe they will gain even more depth with guitarist Chuck Prophet IV joining in the next album, which is 5 (Gas Food Lodgin’) on par with this one, which I believe deserves 4 and a half.