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A great classic that is always a pleasure to see on the page.

Very interesting, I listen gladly. The slow attitude, but with shades of cosmic destruction, is something that the Australian band Portal also has a lot of. I don't know if you know them. They are worth it, even visually.

Beyond the absolutely legitimate interpretations linked to the communist alignment, in the light of day, we are not talking about mild socialism nor art for art's sake. We are indeed talking about communism. This is what interested Wyatt in his music and in his imagination. Beyond this, and going beyond it is truly difficult. In this record, as in many others if we think of those that followed, he truly creates his Wyattism, his unique and uncompromising style which is paradoxically calm from a sound choice and arrangement perspective. Here, perhaps the mysticism that has arrived to our days in these records is all about this: the sense of mystery that permeates this voice, both technically and thematically out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, it is popular music that reflects on itself. And the effect will be memorable and, only in my humble opinion, a bit underrated. It’s a pity we have to wait for the author's death to validate these ambiguous works of art, it’s very unfortunate to forget. You will see that posthumously he will make a figure you wouldn't even expect. Thank you, Wyatt, and thanks to the reviewer who highlighted a deserving record, even if it has been widely described elsewhere.

Yes, they even made a film out of it. I started the book 17 times. On the last attempt, I managed to finish it. Despite the fact that I should like it as a "professional," I have never been able to get excited about it. I see many Debaser enthusiasts referencing quotes from authors like Laing, etc. That's fine, for heaven's sake, but whatever happened to the Debaser fan who reads manga? Or a manga of Lacan?

review of high literary quality (and quotation-worthy) qualities. I appreciate the spotlight on MM and also, above all, on CelebrityDeathmatch, which today, alongside Beavis & Butthead, appears anything but raunchy. Yet the creativity and the mockery reached levels of remarkably effective and unsurpassable quality back then.

A few years ago, I bought "Suspended Animation" by Petrucci. Before boredom overwhelmed me at the second (endless) track, I decided to end it all and hang myself with an ErnieBall string (sing to me), elevate the compressor and crank up the Boss superoverdrive to the "Thrash Destroy" setting. After listening to the paleontological concept reviewed here, I didn't experience the same feeling, but we nearly faced a new suicide attempt. Putting aspirations aside, I listen to these things from time to time, but the level here seems pretty low. Better to switch to Tesseract, Djent Animals as Leaders; at least it’s more fun.

The proposal, although presented thoroughly, doesn’t seem to add much to contemporary records of greater impact. Nevertheless, you are right: the drum that seems to be triggered actually was.

Why are Japanese directors always "Masters" while Italian directors are at best "a bunch of assholes"?

I wrote a poem about these things.

I enjoy Tibetan bowls; I will do a listening.