Don_Pollo

Enormous.

Review the grammar a bit (for example, looking at just the first lines, "fà" should be without an accent and "intro" is feminine, so it needs an apostrophe), sometimes the punctuation marks (add more commas and don’t be afraid to write shorter sentences!), but other than that, excellent. I don't recognize the proposal but I don't rule out that it might interest me.

From how you describe it, it’s definitely a no-compromise job: I either adore it to bits or I can't stand it and avoid it until death do us part.

Just forget that metal bands often rely on esoteric-symmetric chromatic swirls for their covers...

Oh my goodness, what a scary cover, I'm not sleeping tonight.

Oh, after a while I'm back to this review for a half-hearted reason. I listened to ONE song from this album, namely Bridges In The Sky, but I think it's enough to evaluate the lines of the entire record (I doubt the others have different stylistic values). To be honest, it starts off well in the first minute, even though they could have skipped that super low voice from a Tibetan monastic ritual; I expect that kind of stuff from Phurpa, if anything. The rest is classic metal clichés, and the drums were the thing I appreciated most (incredibly). Everything was fine until around the seventh minute; then they get lost in the usual nonsense for which they're so often criticized (but what the hell kind of keyboards are those? They sound like a cross between a Bontempi keyboard and the little bells you put above baby cribs), and above all, THEY NEED TO CHANGE THE SINGER. Then repeating the opening theme (tibet mon amour) for the last few seconds is just borderline shit. Prolonged for the minutes it has its reason, but putting it in for barely five seconds feels more like a burp than anything else.

Rather than promoting himself, reading his other reviews it seems like he is only writing about ugly Abruzzo stuff. Lolwut?

I finally managed to buy it. Just looking at it is so cool; as soon as I can, I'll check out the content.

One of the extreme albums I bought blindly at Feltrinelli, and I've never regretted it. After 5 years of owning it, it hasn't lost its punch.