Voto:
The comparison to trout flatters me anyway. It may be a bit of a pain in the ass, but it’s funny; it has spirit.
You rock, you’re sad... and homosexual (is that okay? Can I say that? It doesn’t offend your sensitivity, does it?).
Voto:
Trota has my sympathy but, unfortunately for you, we are two distinct entities.
So rock, go fuck yourself even though I'm increasingly convinced that for you this is a great omen.
Faggot
Voto:
What the hell is this? Can't we joke around anymore? What's with this abundance of political correctness? Oh... everyone has become so serious. A little lightness, come on.
Voto:
Alright rocknrollsuicide, you're a fag, but we accept you anyway. You know, we straights also have fun with these jests, with this rustic manly humor. But I understand how it might be alien to your gay sensibility.
Voto:
You're right, Yo. Welcome.
Voto:
Hearing the talk about faggots instantly tightens my anal muscle in an uncontrollable spasm, making my ass more watertight than the barriers of the Toti. But this record seems remarkable; if the other songs are even half as good as Blind, I’ll get the original.
Voto:
Hi Yo. Sorry for messing up the last review with fish. Just so you know, it won’t happen again now that I’ve finally discovered the existence of private messages. I really don’t know much about them, but you always write beautifully about music. Again, sorry (you’re not mad, are you?)
Voto:
Thank you cpt! And go Hammers.
Voto:
Interesting mention, they seem pleasant. I don’t know them but I’ll try to listen to something, you’ve piqued my curiosity. Nice review (and who doubted) … and you’ve switched genres! Well done.