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So it's not forbidden to review records from the madonna!?! There must be some problem.

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calm down. for me, your opinion is your opinion :) knowing how to sing is nothing, the coolest singers of all time can't even sing, and that's not even amateurish. it's not like sampling is an easy thing; sampling is as difficult as playing the guitar (if that's even difficult), and this one samples like a god. anyway, I don't find anything noise-like about it, but I think it's a fact that we like completely different things... for example, all the bands you mentioned are terrible to me. but like, they’re fine for a youth group, and I'm not trying to offend for no reason, I mean it seriously.

Leaving aside that Jacopo is a nice and good-looking person, that I enjoy drinking and talking with him, and that he has nothing to do with the pseudo-alternative rubbish (how poorly you speak) that so disturbs the assholes of every kind, he really hasn't been understood. This is not a singer-songwriter (and if he seems like one, he definitely doesn’t appear to be any typical stoner). He makes music in the style of Flying Lotus, Why?, Panda Bear, and El-P; it’s electronic, the kind that tries to blow your mind with volume and bass and samples like a god would sample. Far cooler than his concerts are the sound checks for his concerts, where he tests the system and goes into a tight 20-minute dance piece, leaving the few present with their chins on the floor.

Yesterday I was just talking about it with a friend who had a butchy, hairy lesbian roommate who got obsessed with other butch and hairy women. Anyway, we came to the conclusion, after a lengthy discussion during an episode of Annozero, that 1) the lesbians from porn movies don’t exist and 2) they are fallophobes. I mean, they should appreciate females who look like females, not females who look like males, so males without a penis, and thus, we concluded that they are afraid of the fruit of love. No, but don't worry, they were from Olympia, now they live in Portland, but they were from Olympia.

The L7 are therefore yet another confirmation of the axiom "ugly, but hot."

Okay, I agree with your comment no. 16. Of course, when I read about angry feminists, I imagine a fat hag, with a mustache, shaved head, and combat boots, because that's basically the connotation that "angry feminist" has today. That said, one can be everything and the opposite of everything; they were feminists, but not slogan-driven feminists... we agree. Anyway, let’s not joke around, eh, L7 are ugly :)

But do we really want to question the objective? Seriously? They were from Olympia - the fact that people say Seattle is just further confirmation of how this is a world of idiots - and yes, the place where you live is crucial, for everything and in everything, not just for music, but especially for the person you become. Whether you can see them baking cakes and sticking records is something that doesn't concern me, and I don't care if they did bake cakes - and they did - the point is they were friends of those people, that Cobain had the K Records shield of Calvin Johnson tattooed in ink on his arm, that in a small college town, since they allowed you to play in bakeries, laundromats, stairwells, you live quite peacefully, caught up in a delightful ferment, and so you don't make the angry feminist speech from Harlem, because you're in a place that puts you in the right position to make outstanding creative discourses. Let’s not discuss the obvious and above all, let’s not have that discussion.

there are two obvious mistakes that are one the consequence of the other. 1) I'm not from Portland, but from Florida's Olympia where, among Nirvana, Sleater-Kinney, Beat Happening, Unwound put together, they tell you that 2) I'm not angry feminists like L7 and various nonsense. ugly, dirty, toothless and superficial burps. they live in a serenely and exceptionally tolerant small university town, one of the few in the USA during those years; where concerts are held in bakeries and stairwells; where bands get together to glue records and bake cakes - Calvin Johnson was apparently the king of cakes. they were serious women (if that's even possible). feminists, but within reason, without stupid slogans and making themselves a mess in the eyes of the world just to confirm their jerk political line. they thought about making music, serious music, not slogans. anyway, the best things are from the '90s (Call The Doctor, Dig Me Out, The Hot Rock) and anyway, in twenty years, circumstances permitting, these will be the bands of the ‘90s... forget about Stronzichin Pumpkins or Sfaccimma Jam. these more and those of the same years from San Diego. anyway, aside from that, the review is nice, especially the first paragraph. bye.

Damn, so my review on the peel sessions was useful :) I'm glad, seriously. Nice one, seriously, again. The album never listened to, I don’t know, after solid gold it seems bad, like an entire jar of Nutella. Bye, oh.