Rooftrampler92

Well done, the review was already there, but I agree with everything you wrote. Anyway, for the sake of detail, if one wants to provide a detailed historical overview, one should not overlook the New York avant-garde scene, nor that of Detroit. The Genesis? Superfluous; at the time, they were still sucking on milk (so to speak). Instead, it was important to mention Zappa, Van Vliet, Red Crayola, VU, Stooges, and MC5.

This record is highly valued everywhere. I need to get it, who knows what this bihentropic rock is?! Good job, detailed and concise as always.

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Well done, Zaireeka. Your poetic touches on debaser are always fresh. Oh, I see you managed not to mention the Flaming Lips, wow! Incredible.

You made my mouth water with those sausages. A nice big grill of flavorful sausages dripping with oil. Yes, that's the idea. This week I'll spend my time listening to this plus another one that I'll review shortly, then I'll let you know what I think about this.

I’m starting to think that Starblazer took seriously the Nonciclopedia page dedicated to Nirvana, which states that Tiziano Ferro was Cobain’s successor in the Seattle band.

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You know what I do? I put myself in the middle. I had a good laugh reading the brutal critiques of these two man-babies with shaved chests, but I partially agree with Bartleboom and partially with mienmoman. Anyway, one thing is certain: the Sonora (with an h, I just don't know where it goes) are yet another demonstration of how originality, inventiveness, innovation, and poetry are scarce in Italy; in short, a huge sea of crap, where there's barely any treat (of the milk, or dark kind, you know what I mean?). Sorry if I'm being pedantic, but two man-babies like these don't even know who Sigur Ros are or anything of that sort. The only true inspiration is their producer (a market genius, obviously, to sell their shitty album to four nymphomaniac girls) who will surely suggest the lyrics and those three or four simple acoustic guitar chords that even an elephant with muddy feet could play.

Ah, the cover is stunning. If I were Adder, I would give it a 4.7. Period.

Well, Narrow Stairs, the name of the album says it all. Narrow Stairs is a metaphor for life. Life is a staircase, always going upwards. The stairs are "narrow," limited, in the sense that they are for a select few; the isolated and the marginalized are deemed superfluous by ordinary people. The stairs are for a select few; the losers don’t belong. Death Cab has always defined themselves as outsiders to the crowd, often introspective. Here, the true emos, because those who understand music know that emo is not what the average person defines it as, the one with the bangs and the self-harm. After countless listens, I grasped the meaning this way; I don't know if Gibbard and the others saw it differently, but that’s the impression they left on me. After all, Death Cab has always been a deep and introspective group, emotional and expressionist.