OleEinar

This is definitely one of the most original and personal groups in the prog universe and its surroundings. They don’t blow me away, but they deserve careful listening. Among other things, the artwork is fantastic (and the Repertoire mini-LP reissue reproduces it beautifully). If I had read the review without knowing the album, I don't know what I would have thought, but having read it now, I must say it’s brilliant and perfectly conveys the idea of what you’ll find inside.

Don't forget the Patto Psycho... have a good trip and happy shopping!

He he, what is it Rivoli, did you go read all my posts to find something to offend me? You know, the insults from people like you amuse me; if I were appreciated by someone like you, then I would have to worry. Obviously, I never said "she doesn't know who I am" because I am nobody, in fact, and I’m probably just a blown-up jerk, it's true. I'm curious to know what I should have arguments for. It annoys me that you insult people just because they "defend" Maiden; should I have arguments for that? Or cite some author (?!?)? Don’t you see that you don’t even know what you’re talking about? It’s true I don’t know Tuxedomoon, I'm quite ignorant in the musical field. Is that a shame? As for my nickname, it’s the name of Bjoerndalen, one of the greatest athletes in the history of winter sports, someone who has won 5 Olympics among various other things. Isn’t it perhaps you who should inform yourself? Look up the name on the internet.

Actually, they don't ban anyone here at all, except for rare cases, and judging by the persistence of the delusional posts from that asshole from Rivoli, one might almost say "unfortunately."

Yes, yes, of course. Perhaps he wasn’t offended because offenses of this kind are more an insult to the intelligence of those who write them. And I don’t think there’s anything else to add. Have a good life.

Oh my God, Rocky is back! You're even making me dig up Yesterday's Children (which I just discovered thanks to your invaluable review)?? Anyway, don't give this advice to Psycho, poor thing is broke... @Supersoul, yes you're right, I'm a mess, can you believe I wrote the first 5 lines of that review a month ago and then just left it hanging, damn. French and German prog? I'm already licking my lips!

Well, just quoting this post of his is enough to understand << how much good and beautiful things he knows very well how to communicate >> ihsahn: << what a handicapped pig, 'Sonoro' in that context meant 'loud', didn't your support teacher explain that to you? Being as deficient as you are, you must have repeated the third grade twenty times, go back to Cottolengo with your mother's ugly ass, who, by the way, gives head to the mentally ill like you for twenty cents. And who knows how many viral hepatitis infections she must have already contracted from all that. You and she can both die for all I care, you prick. I spit in your face and in the face of your offspring of earthworms. I can't stand you anymore, for God's sake, why don't you go inhale gas and die, damn it >>

Damn, it's the eighth track on this album!

"Check with the DeSearch engine that the album you want to review isn't already in the magical DeDatabase. If it's there, you decide whether it’s still worth writing a review: maybe yes (you have something else to say), but maybe no." Have you read this? Welcome, the review isn’t bad but starting with a review of the Maiden is the worst thing you could do. You'll get crushed, just a heads up.

"You remain a consumer still in school, and you draw Eddie on your backpack, you’re a poor illiterate." Knowing the captain, even though not (yet) in person, reading this crap is more than just funny and it’s yet another confirmation of your idiocy. You’re sad Rivoli, a fool of the worst kind, who dares to judge (incorrectly) and insult someone based on their musical tastes (as if the captain only listened to metal, anyway...) without even knowing them. And still they allow you to spill your delusional ramblings like a psycho on these pages. "This toilet flush music," you say, you who have written "songs" so idiotic that they make chickens laugh. Imbecile.