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@odradek I would have a long response but I don’t want to take up off-topic space. More than bringing you into it or “provoking” a reaction from you, it was a consideration I was reflecting on myself.

Ugly yes, and be careful because now that he’s missing the groupies, he’s settling for your soft desk asses...hahaha

thank you sadicorecensore you really are a gentleman but this is a matter between me and odradek and it shouldn't concern you at all, shut that damn mouth you use to eat and burp

Interview with Dee Snider in 1982: "I don't wear makeup to be feminine and pretty, but to be ridiculous and kitsch. This isn't glam, this is shock rock. I hate those musicians who get on stage dressed like they do every day and play like they do on the records. On stage, I want to see live and aggressive people, people who put on a show." I recently saw him in an interview about hard rock, a quiet middle-aged gentleman with short white hair.

I instead find that it’s the feedback that is sustainable; voices like that are found in droves. For A Place To Bury Strangers, I still don’t understand why the Reid brothers haven’t filed the lawsuits yet.

There are two ways to appreciate/disdain Tarantino: that of the young man who has recently taken to enjoying cinema and therefore hasn't "handled" much film material, and that of the old cinephile who has consumed so many films that in some cases he regrets the time spent in the cinema instead of staying home to have a nice wank. Now, in the first case, the young man is completely "alien" to Tarantino's cinema because if he hasn't seen a ton of films, he will NEVER grasp all those rapid-fire references and thus will stop at the pure visual exercise, which makes up barely 50% of the "beauty" of Tarantino's films. In the second case, the cinephile, who could have stayed home to give himself a rub, goes to witness the celebration of a cinema that no longer exists and that defined the '70s and '80s; every reference in Tarantino (like that one with Daryl Hannah—fatal nurse taken straight from the ending of "Dress to Kill" by De Palma, with a nod to the score by Bernard Hermann, right, connoisseurs?) will seem like a cheap trick to him. Let's add the monolithic face of the dull David Carradine, which some fool sees as charismatic, and the eternal smirk of the same Daryl, but above all, the abandonment by Tarantino of his unparalleled and UNMIMICABLE (this for sure!) unstoppable dialogue style that characterized Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction leaves us with only ACTION. Tarantino shows us his own corpse; he is post-modernizing himself.

I was just noticing that System of a Down are featured on Debaser with 32 reviews, and 3 for this album. They must have contributed more to music than Frank Zappa, who only has 29... ODRADEK, what do you think?

...unless the unwary "buyer" has a shelf and not even the album, but just a spacious hard drive. You'll listen to it even while you're in the dentist's waiting room...

Well, purpulan, we agree on Cimino, but that doesn't mean that his stylistic touch is worth any less than Jarmush's, right?

No problem, in fact we have quite a few musical tastes in common. It’s just that I never chime in on your reviews because I’ve placed you among those it’s better to stay away from… As for the hook-ups, it’s just that they really feel good and help you relax… I didn’t mean to make any reference to Italian machismo; I was speaking in general. One can have a hookup even using the backside instead of the dick, so much for “zappiana”....