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I happened to come across it: the review is horrendous, there are thousands like it: always the same tone, always the same nonsense. Then there are the beautiful comments from those who try hard to sound intelligent while letting the usual fart slip, like "embargo," a great solo in this... "The Unstoppable Decline of Italian Western Civilization," because yes, there will be Eastern Italy that isn't declining, go East Coast... then, great, it trashes this Zalone (whom I honestly don't know, I’m a smart one) and speaks well of Benigni. But it's the same Benigni who kisses Pippo Baudo on the mouth, who flails, yells, and spouts nonsense as if it were raining. Okay, Benigni is art. But go take a hike.

To Caesar what is Caesar's: a faded copy... and Italian hardcore has been nothing more than a mere folklore phenomenon of the fava, a carbon copy made in Italy, and then we complain about the Chinese. But if this gets a 5, what does Zen Arcade get? And don't say "yeah, but the Italian, cool" because the lyrics suck all the Dolomites without snow.

Hey hey, hi.

hey there, I mostly agree with Holdsworth; all of his albums are missing something, but it works like love. Sometimes you fall for someone with a bad temper, other times for someone with a big butt. Love is blind, and in my case, also deaf. I don’t know, this album has its limits, and even though I perceive them as such, I like them. I even love its flaws; it’s one of those albums I would take to a desert island if I could just find one. Voodoo, I’m boring too, but you make fun just to be a little less bored :) bye, bye.

this album, this summer, saved me from my life. I remember beautiful moments, breaths of fresh air amid so much crap. I'm attached to it. africa is the future!

nothing special, I'm just another case of a mass-produced product that, since it's trendy, needs to be passed off as cool, "art," wow, a flower among the dregs. I'm not here to judge the poseurs; I'm a tranky, and it's a waste to indulge in "oh my god, I'm so wet, you haven't heard a record like this from someone who's been rapping for ten years" ...but go fuck yourselves, may El-P with his I'll Sleep When You're Dead incinerate you. And it's not that this record is bad; it's just that it's nothing special.

I have the one by Motor and the one by Sonic Youth; the one by Sonic Youth sucks, but the one by Motor doesn’t. Also, because it was their last testament, then came the darkness.

1) I generally like ass; 2) cramps are always a sad reality, especially on Thursday nights on the field; 3) almost as much as the word "Juventus"... BLLLEEEAAAHH (gagging); 4) damn, I'm already fed up at 2; 5) maximum respect for the reds; 6) of course, chicken nuggets are a big hit; 7) I'm justifying myself, professor; 8) I'm justifying myself, professor; 9) not just for the prog; 10) and you see; 11) they say he has a huge dick that never ends. great reviews, idiot.

marked it big. here!

Ah, good job Paolè, this is a nice provocation. After years of spreading bullshit, you finally hit the nail on the head, and in the end, you might even be right: the debaseriani – just like Italians – are definitely sliding to the right with Fini, Saviano, Travaglio, Di Pietro, Santoro, and not with Berluska – who couldn’t give a gigantic shit about right or left, just like everything that doesn’t fall into his immediate and lucrative interests – but now they are happy about it, they approve, they cheer because, being the small-timers that they are, all they need is for the aura of civilization, democracy, and mutual respect to be – formally – preserved, just like in all the civilized nations of the rest of Europe and blablabla. Panapp’s comment, for example, besides confirming the stereotype that the oriental-addicted scum is worse than the Orientals themselves, hits the target perfectly, so yes, rejoice, you’ve finally provoked with at least a bit of brain. Congratulations.