Stoney

But I don't understand why if someone says they don't like DTs, they're automatically biased. Isn't there in the world some jerk who just thinks they're disgusting for "sincere" reasons and not out of prejudice? Has this simple, utterly banal idea never crossed your mind?

No, I won't say anything, it would be like shooting at the Red Cross. I don’t want to keep hammering at you, Starblazer; after all, kids with serious problems should always be helped. Solidarity.

GustavoTanz. The only way you can get by is to say that people who don't appreciate this album don't understand a damn thing; you have no other reasons. You've found yourselves four power metal fans bouncing around in a circle, blissfully enjoying each other's company while you give each other blowjobs, and you're happy like that, what can I say? Mr. Starblazer enjoys the understanding of his peers and ignores (what else could he do) the rest of the world, indulging in what he has written. Now, who is the fool that doesn't have it together? As for the review, as soon as I have time I will publish one, making sure it’s not already in DeBaser's archives.

The Afterhours are just a damn little band, end of story. Also, peddling crap as gold in music is a distinctly Italian prerogative. Of course, I realize that if the comparison is really with Finley and ZeroAssoluto, then the Afterhours are clearly considered a blessing from heaven, but that's easy to say: in a class of goats, it's obvious that the mediocre student seems like a genius.

ValerioSchifoli... come on, give us a break. Here, no one is a foreignerophile. You criticize people who listen to English-language music without realizing that you are extreme in the same way, just the opposite. People like you, far from maintaining a critical attitude, glorify any piece of garbage that has ever been produced in Italy and indiscriminately bash anything of foreign origin. In Italy, since you love to act so knowledgeable, there have been rock bands, and there still are, that are awesome and competitive with bands across the ocean, but guess what, no one gives a damn. Why is that? On TV and radio, we're inundated with Tiromancino, Afterhours, Finley, and all those stupid little bands that are easy to listen to and easy to sell. The good bands play in basements their whole lives, or at most do a tour in the pubs of their city (obviously without being paid). But that’s how it goes. The industry demands easy money, so it’s better to invest in the idiocy of hot twelve-year-olds, in singles that sell for three weeks and then disappear... so what are you getting mad about? It’s not our fault that producers across the ocean have a more flexible philosophy and a longer vision; evidently, we have a lot to learn from them even about these things. Regards.

Holy God, Starblazer... I wanted to paste all the nonsense you've written in this review, but then I realized I'd have been quicker to paste the "normal" sentences. Let me tell you, you really didn't understand anything about this album, or about Pearl Jam. Just look at the opening line: "allegorical images and excerpts from a pseudo-scientific book called Vitalogy." Zero, zero, zero, in fact, below zero. You wrote that "Not For You" is Nirvana-style because the vocals are mumbled, and just when I thought we had hit rock bottom, you even said it could fit perfectly on "In Utero." I'm at a loss for words, really. When you get outraged over the lyrics of Satan's Bed ("I never sucked Satan's dick") and say such lyrics shouldn't be expected from Pearl Jam, I can't help but think you translated that passage literally without even having the faintest idea of what that expression means in English. There’s more I could say, but to avoid completely demolishing you, I'll stop here. Trust me: stop writing reviews.

"I think these are medieval-minded obscurantists for whom Copernicus was an idiot, and they never leave their house without their two-handed sword." Brilliant comment.

Yeah... that's how it goes today. Someone arrives with a crappy record like this, and they don't even feel ashamed: after all, there are plenty of fanatics who get obsessed with it, and they can always respond to you with "if you don’t get it, you should be quiet." Convenient like that, anyone can be a genius. This is how any abomination birthed by the human mind can be justified, just like this record, which besides such excuses has very few hooks to cling to in order to avoid being demolished by a minimum of common sense.

These groups thrive on the exaltation of people like you, unfortunately... who propose that crap of a text worthy of an elementary school child as a national anthem. In fact, an elementary school child could surely produce better.

I mean, after a review like that, nothing makes sense... just replace it with one from Images And Words, please, I'd prefer it.