supersoul

I remember that when this album was released in 2004, it was highly praised and I gave it a few listens. However, personally, partly because the genre doesn’t grab me, and partly because I think the weak point is the voice, I completely agree with the skepticism of the esteemed Fottermeier.

...yes, I had forgotten something...

"...and so instead of running for office, what do they do? They record an album to protest." It just so happens that Jello Biafra also ran for mayor of San Francisco, finishing fourth. But the 1 (that makes you so happy) in the review doesn't come from this; you should have stuck to music criticism and fine, you didn't understand anything, but you even fish in social issues and that's worse than going out at night. "Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot...."

"In Italy, they don't even give a damn about it"? Then this shit country is doing better than it seems....

It is to see the melodrama that Morrisey rewrites, distorting it not so much to "entertain" or to mock the pathetic nature of the grand final scene of Billy Wilder, but rather to bury its ghost. Vera Miles, like Gloria Swanson, wants the stallion to die so she can watch it float in the pool, but this time the gun doesn't fire, and it is she who ends up in the water. D'Alessandro remains alive, and unlike William Holden, who throughout the film speaks as if he were dead, almost justifying the diva's gesture, he remains stunned, distant, as if the matter didn't concern him. On one side, the hypocritical morality of old stars like Swanson/Miles that corresponds to that of society; on the other, this time, the young man who has no morality except for the use of his own body to survive = a revolutionary melodrama rewritten according to the dogmas of Warhol's factory, but with something more: the narrative.

forgive me, but the review doesn't do justice to the film, you didn't really "get into it"... and these are films you need to "get into" otherwise you dismiss them as just entertaining "for the jokes and the grotesque characters."

Well dear...damn..., it's clear you haven't read my review of Vanishing Point.

This is cinema "parasite," guys, but it's a symbiotic parasitism, like those organisms that latch onto you not just to exploit you but also because you gain something from it and end up better off than before. @third eye: to those who go to the cinema for "Three Meters Above the Sky," a film like Planet Terror confirms that the little Italian movie is a masterpiece compared to these messes, and it's exactly among those who, as ilpazzo used to say, ask for a ticket refund.

Well, I have the previous Ragged Soul and it gave me the impression of the Ramones merging with the Blasters... snotty catchy punk, and if the latest Wayne Coyne says it’s catchy, he knows what he’s talking about...

SODOMIZED AGAIN!