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Massimo Volume Cattive Abitudini
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Anyway, Benitez is ruining you :)
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If I snub this record but go crazy for Club Privè, am I still an indiesnob? No, because these are important questions :)
I didn't start with any preconceptions; I wasn't afraid of being disappointed or of going crazy with pleasure. I simply listened to it and, apart from a few superb tracks, it just bored me to death. It's their album that I don't like—what can I do? I like all the others. Is a pardon possible, or at least an amnesty? Alia, since you mentioned the singing part, I recommend, without any bias, Club Privè, which is where they kind of try to "sing." Their fans hate it for this, and they hate it for this too. I almost like it more than lungo i bordi.
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Look geeeno, irony is always a sign of intelligence, so it's only natural that you'd feel hit... actually, it was just a simple no-sense epithet aimed at azzo, like we've always exchanged, as a joke, via email... it's just that when he gets mad, it's intense, and he gets mad when I call him an old piece of shit. But he's not a boring and frustrated forty-year-old, I was just saying that, just like that. That one is you... ah, listen to this album that suits you perfectly. If only I were twenty again. smack smack.
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"What does 'an album for people in their forties' mean?" a boring album for boring people. And it's worse than "an album for assholes" and almost as bad as "an album for fags."
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I read it again carefully. It seems like one of those things that a guy who lives in my building used to tell me when I was 15... yeah, but what do you do with this arcor, it’s just a mess, with Nirvana because you’re a teenager... listen to Pink Floyd, grow up, look at this, listen to those guitars, those lyrics, Money... in the end, I haven’t changed at all, I’m as good-looking as I was when I was 15, I don’t have acne and I get enough action to help raise the national average and if we really want to make the comparison, UNLUCKY, this Cattive Abitudini shits on it every day for six years and also on many of the Italian records released in recent years. long live the cliché. cheers!
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Damn, with all due respect, you’ve really lost your bearings :) true, it's an album for forty-somethings, we agree, sad in itself... but what the hell do the FBYC have to do with it? There’s a whole world of difference between a tired forty-year-old and someone bursting with energy (and believe me, Jacopo, the lead singer of FBYC, is a real stage animal, the kind you like)... and calling them "brufolosi," those terms to qualify as outsiders, come on... and knowing your tastes a bit, the FBYC would have blown you away just a few years ago. Not to shift the focus of the discussion, but what the hell do the FBYC, an incredibly tiny reality that nobody cares about, have to do with those who have pretty much said and done everything? They are completely different worlds, incredibly different. Don't think about it, they’re winning the club world championship now and everything is looking up again, including the mood :) ...a hug, old man!
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Look, you're right. They're not ridiculous; I called them ridiculous only in the context of '90s Italian ex-pats because they crumbled like the others. But they're not ridiculous, I exaggerated; they just made a shit album that they could have avoided... it's not like anyone would have shouted "sellouts" if they were still playing the old stuff. On the contrary. For example: tonight they're playing in Salerno... I'm not going 1) because the opening act is Bachi da Pietra and I don't have 99% stamina and would die right away... and 2) because to hear Seychelles, I don’t want to sit through 40 minutes of another pointless album.
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And here I was with this obsession for Massimo Volume, the only band from the '90s that managed not to become ridiculous... this album is terrible, from any angle you look at it... it drags on beyond human capability, not a single variation, all the same, at an abyssal slowness and more for 60 minutes. Aside from Fausto, Coney Island, Cattive Abitudini, what remains is just a useless coaster. Disappointment as far as I'm concerned. Amen.
Marco Travaglio Ad personam
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zionist!
Blue Napoli Musica
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I always hold you in high regard.