Frankie89

Oh, sweetheart! Maybe you’re right: vomit and poop don’t look exactly the same, but they both exude an envelopingly pungent fragrance and, generally, they end up in the same lovely little porcelain hole. Cheers!

For 47: So I am a "pioneer" of DeBaser. I take pleasure...

If I read this book (whose gothic and poetic nuances in the copy I read probably hid themselves in some pages that, mystically, stuck together) until the end, it’s because I’m an incurable and naive optimist. Because I thought that maybe there was at least a little reason to justify all that success somewhere. I was wrong. Today I’m forced to refute my aberrant hope that if something is bought by many, it must at least be decent. Instead, just look around—some pathetic “artists” are selling like hotcakes (Tokio Hotel, Christmas movies, Giusy Ferreri, Finley, etc.) while some genius creators are starving. I was looking for a sign of hope in this cruel world: Twilight cut it down and even urinated on it, laughing obnoxiously with its black and stinking teeth, far from the white and icy fangs. The movie will at least be watchable, I imagine, because, after all, the basic idea (which Meyer skillfully disemboweled) isn’t vomit-inducing.

Figs and prophylax... Anyway, by "heavy" I meant exactly that, not exactly easy-listening. Well, I get it; there's no point in trying to legitimize them even a little. Alright... recommend me some good rap, you know. In any case, I like them precisely because they have nothing to do with gangsta when they’re all together.

Caaaalm down... Just because someone goes to a concert of these guys doesn’t mean they’re a psychotic violence-hungry vulgarity fiend... After all, I listen to a ton of that stuff. And in the mix, these guys ended up too. I like them because I think they do a rap that is overall very intrusive and heavy. As for the rest, I also like Kaos to stay within the rap genre. Or Tool, Strapping Young Lad, Ministry (Dillinger Escape Plan?) to stay more or less in the Psycroptic realm. Or a bunch of other stuff just to stick to the music that’s been consumed from the late 50s to today. And the concert was genuine. Four simple dudes who look like they do rap more or less as a hobby, since (aside from that Gel guy) they don’t make much money from it, seeing as the only way to hear their music ("if this is music, I’ve made the pilgrimage to Santiago, back and forth, crawling on my knees while quenching my thirst only with Perrier water and therefore facing the terrible side effects it entails" blah blah blah...) is to download it or buy their CDs at the end of their rare concerts. I leave the audiophile moralizing to you... Ccciaao!

Do you remember the old Ringo? "Peace & love, peace & love, peace & love, peace & love..." xD Alright, he then straightforwardly says "don’t mess with me anymore" but I won't include that. Anyway, to be honest, what I like most about these guys is particularly the overflowing bravado of a certain Noyz; as for the rest, it’s true, YouTube is full of nonsense about them. And I don't really know much about the other members individually. But unity is strength, as they say, and I’d like to recommend their first work "Sangue" (which was brilliantly reviewed right here on this site); maybe you could change your mind a bit. Okay, I’ll leave you to your jolly slaughter... Hooray!

Massù, do we really need to be so harsh in our judgments? The blinks aren't exactly the end of the world, but they're not filtered crap from an amplifier either...

You're right, Cooloras, something doesn’t add up. I meant to say that among those in the Truceklan Metal, Carter is the closest to mainstream. My mistake. But I think that from a careful reading of the article, this could have been inferred, right? ....mmm actually, no. Sorry.

But, yes, I don’t mean to fault any of you. At the end of the day, Metal Carter remains an idiot who will probably be remembered only for one of the most absurd tracks produced by Italian rap, pushed by a YouTube video that is laughably ridiculous for the massive doses of pure idiocy it spreads. That said, I still think this little disk isn’t good for anything other than playing Frisbee, and I believe there are really only a few owners of a "physical" copy anyway. Well, old-school rap, but if we truly want the real rap, it’s found elsewhere; here we have a good dose of nonsense and the proof that not everyone from Truceklan is an absolute mess with cotton in their mouths (see: Mondo Marcio). I wrote this review only because the others on Debaser discussing Truceklan were all like: "Wow, these guys are super hardcore and they’re pushing 'the beast' with these terrible-terrible lyrics, yo yo. The Truceklan wheel!" Maybe the seriousness I’ve given to Metal Carter is a bit exaggerated, but at least I’ve balanced a situation of "foot pressed down hard on the pedal of absurdity." Therefore, to future generations, the "proper" review awaits.

Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment, Moment! I have this record (original CD, I want to clarify in these times when p2p is killing recorded music), so I know what I'm talking about. Therefore, I wanted to say that in my opinion this little disc doesn’t deserve more than an average rating (2.6 would be the perfect score in my view). For goodness' sake, it's enjoyable to listen to a couple of times, but absolutely no more than that. The technical quality is mediocre (Love certainly doesn’t have the qualities of a Björk or a Morrisette), the songs are nice but all very similar, and moreover, they are hardly memorable (aside from Petals and Celebrity Skin), and Corgan’s influence is all too evident. I think the review is well written, nothing against it, but some statements are really excessive, and the definition of "radiography of the state of health of rock" is brilliant, it's a shame that this little disc isn't exactly at the top of the list to deserve it. However, the passion is there, and that's truly a great thing, Ashanti. Maybe channel it into something more memorable... but hey, I'm nobody to judge in any significant way. Alright, take care!