GiudiceWoodcock

Someone explain to me whether Il_Paolo wanted to be funny or not. His comment made me yawn so long that my neighbors could clearly see my lungs.

Holy shit, Punisher, you really have no shame with your nonsense.
"I’ve listened to them again lately and I must admit that their musical proposal NOW seems quite outdated to me."
But if 90% of the current indie bands shamelessly copy them (badly, by the way, since Joy Division sound a thousand times more modern than today’s bands).
"They’ve aged well, sure, but if the singer hadn't committed suicide, creating the whole Legend of Ian Curtis, I don’t know what their status would be now... honestly..."
This, then, is an anthology of clichés.
Ah, Punisher, go fuck yourself.

Here, I wanted to say that the review...

"IL_PAOLO | Date: 24/9/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
Dear Count, you caught me with my age and the things I used to do (you're sharp, as well as handsome). Keep in mind, though, that us forty-somethings aren't as out of touch as you might think; we can choose between the company of disenchanted peers who are happy to delude themselves for a few hours of joy and oblivion, before age presents the bill of solitude and career sacrifices, or twenty-somethings who see in us the essentials: not the physical appearance, the well-groomed mustache, but economic stability, social status, the nice car, the dinner, and the cinema. Here, gifting a Moccia book to a young and hopeful girl, taking her in the SUV or the A3 to the movies to watch "Coyote Ugly" or "Notte prima degli esami oggi," surpassing the competition of many much younger than you: this is the beauty of my age (and, when you reach it, of yours). Forty times yours, Il_Paolo"
Which translates, in two words, means that Il_Paolo works as a carpenter.

Review that seems written by Bugs Bunny's carrot.

Which translated means what we all already knew: that is, the only chance for Il_Paolo and Contemplazione to have any contact with a woman is to go to prostitutes.

Il_Paolo, you have a big crisis.

After reading this review, I shat on the ground and sat on it.

Prometheus, you’re in big trouble.

After reading the review and comments, I can make two observations: that Umbertino's review can be gulped down in one breath like a glass of caustic soda, and that Prometehus is nothing more than the condensed version of Kerryking666, meaning the same subject.