cappio al pollo

He didn't deserve so much.

I can't be distracted for a couple of days without you resurrecting the momentum and dramas of the (notorious) '58. I don’t know the record, but the Coltrane guarantee, even though I’m not a regular jazz aficionado, offers unlimited coverage - whatever that means and even if it wants to say something. The writing works for me. DeBaser, as I said before, is also this. If someone is not satisfied with the technical rendering, they could easily take pen and paper and address this kind of "gaps." Ah, if it’s thought that writings like this conceal incompetence and/or anything else, I couldn’t care less. Finally, as I mentioned, sometimes a literary flair carries more weight than a cartload of critical information. So maybe I like what I’ve read, which hasn’t told me a damn thing about the subject of the review, but as a result, I get my act together and go inform myself.

Punk? Neil Young? I put my hands in my pants, since I no longer have any hair on my head.

Masterpiece. Impeccable, from the nickname to the writing.

A gas chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mber, a gas chamber. You may be dead by now, Aurelio, but I wanted to tell you that yes, it's still them, but you should know that at the time of this record they were what they would never be again.

Yes. I had heard something.

The gathering of brain-damaged individuals sparked by the review of the album by these obscure Ramones leads me to the only conclusion: to avoid the band in question like the plague. I value my sobriety and would never want to find myself in your condition. Anyway, it’s dreadful. Do you believe the problem was mentioning Stasi’s name in vain? The problem isn’t that jerk; the problem is that you don’t even realize what the real issue is. Close this chapter and forget this page of shame. Ah, Fedezanzan: you’re so fat that your birthday falls on January 7th, 8th, and 9th…

Great page, dear reviewer. The comments that follow are also entertaining. Don't listen to Bartolomeo; the truth is that the beloved reviewer shrinks the font size to promote qualitative development. It's a bit like those damned racing video games where, among the various settings, you could choose to gain acceleration power, but only at the expense of top speed and/or responsiveness. It sounds like a bad thing, but it was meant as a compliment. Regards.

I quite enjoyed it. Sometimes a literary hair pulls more than a cart full of "critical" information. So I renew the welcome to DeRecensore.

Telespalla, at this address (http://hopeless-m.blogspot.com/2009/01/surf-drums-black-tambourine.html) [watch out for any spacing], I see that among the comments there’s one that’s more or less biographical, however in English, so it’s up to you. Also, from the same page it seems that the 12" in question can be downloaded, for which I have included the Youtube links in the text. And about the latter, I must say that the reviewer let me down. I didn't expect that.