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@Gustavo, without getting into the details because I’m not interested, you don’t agree with my opinions? Tough luck. Do you want to create a pointless argument because you’re feeling nervous? Well, you’re out of luck, because I have neither the time nor the desire to waste time on long discussions in front of the computer, especially since it’s unlikely you could change my mind about the Rem, the 80's, the Baustelle, or anything else. Are you just mad that someone might consider the Baustelle commercial? Well, that’s your problem. In any case, goodbye.

Gustavo, your comment 48 tells me that you didn't understand the evident irony of the last two lines of my post. But never mind. As for the rest, I’m frankly disappointed, but honestly, I couldn't care less. The two groups I mentioned may not seem commercial to you, but they are indeed so as soon as they start messing around with the singles, with MTV, with ringtones. Like it or not. It’s an inevitable consequence. The usual chart clowns, with the added burden of pretentious expressions, the fake disenchanted attitude during interviews, the smirks of those who think they know it all but end up saying nothing, throwing in a few swear words in their songs, and everyone’s eyes go wide "Ooooh, how alternative." Everything is tailored to the occasion, everything is constructed, all marketing, as usual. If you like it, amen.

Nothing special, just another pseudo-alternative group that acts all high and mighty, indeed, pretending to be alternative. Like those others, the ones from 'Charlie fa surf.' Apparently, one of today's musical trends is this: believing you're different from the masses, thinking you're independent in your thoughts and free in your tastes. Or rather, the new goal of the major labels subordinated to hidden powers (the cover of Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Yanqui UXO is enlightening) is this: let’s make them believe they are different, that they are not conforming; let’s give them a couple of arrogant and know-it-all faces, some funky makeup, a few catchy phrases in the lyrics, and there you go, a good chunk of the audience will feel culturally and musically elevated, without realizing that they are actually part of that same melting pot and that same shapeless mass from which they claim to stand out. "Dude, I listen to Baustelle and Gggenio, not like you who are still into Pausini or Vasco." So alternative, in fact, they are played on the radio dozens of times a day with their catchy little tunes, just like everything else, as it happens. And yet, they are alternative...

Stoney for president. As always. Happy New Year.

Pure steaming shit. But the funniest thing has always been their gatherings: full of funny little twats all pretending to care about the world's problems with daddy’s credit card in one pocket, the keys to the Mercedes (also daddy's) in the other, and 5 or 6 pre-rolled joints. If their music, their themes, and their very image are already ridiculous in themselves, the typical listener of these hypocritical losers is even more so. 100% shit.

But Sebastian Bach wasn't dead?

I don't like writing goodbyes on forums, I don't like talking about those who are no longer here on the internet, in such an impersonal, so virtual way, but reading that carefree comment of yours, so extraordinarily normal, like so many others, written the day before you left... it’s a hand tightening around your throat. Goodbye, trell.

Sorry for the question. I know it can be brutal, inappropriate, and inelegant, but I can't help it; the death of a young person is one of the hardest things to accept... but what did Trellheim die from?

Wait, everyone. When it comes to psychological issues, Clako-Sciusciola-Tamtam wins hands down, easily like Schumacher. There’s no competition at all.

I quote Fraxinus, of course. But weren’t these 4 scallywags the ones trying once again to get back in the spotlight with that video featuring a certain Benito Berlusconi? How many kneepads are they wearing out trying to convince "the bigwigs" to produce them another chart-topping album and not fall completely into oblivion?