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"Soundtrack: someone has the brilliant idea to put Lynyrd Skynyrd on the plane." :D

Long live DIY, long live self-promotion, but why not declare it? I mean, "let's sign up our group on Debaser and write a few lines to introduce ourselves, download our demo, visit our website and let us know," we could dedicate a section to that, it would be interesting too. AlessioIRIDE did it back in the day, and Debaser even gained a skilled user. Instead, groups end up looking a bit pathetic.

Between photos and reviews, it's a delightful feast of rhetoric.

It’s a real shame that then Stambecco got full of himself and consequently became a bit of a fool – just read that disaster of East Of Eden – because this, Of Mice And Men, and especially (for me) Tortilla Flat are perfect novels, the perfect antidote to my hated, excessively verbose Russians. A tip for readers: read this first and then On The Road. Same road and different worlds, before and after the Second World War.

My favorite is Elite. Welcome!

However, Pretty Little Ditty is not the first approach to melody, for example, have you ever heard Behind The Sun? It's in Uplift Mofo. Anyway, don't skip Subway To Venus, it's worth it!

I was reading and thinking "but at least he says that Stone Cold Bush is the best?" and then indeed you said it. We're on the same page, amigo!

Hey, why is her mouth hanging open like that? And what's that white stuff dripping down her cheek?

"Indie anthem" in a good and just world would be a contradiction in terms.

I think that the exhausted chimneys making love with Debaser and then smoking your smiles VOTE PD! on the extinguished headlights of acneic paranoias, the cars of telematic nuns and then getting drunk ARE THE NEW RINO GAETANO! of binary codes and listening to Curami on the mountains of waste and kissing gray skies dreaming of lightning eggs that are trees and roots on your dry knees BUY MY DISCS!, plastic knees and dental prosthetics I HAVE DISHEVELED HAIR! crowding dreams of acid rains on our uncovered destinies WATCH MTV! of and oil stains in our sinks of tired conversations, of zero conversations, of conversations, PIERCING! of conservations and then fucking like asparagus in oil and pissing stinkily on the eyes of a heartbreaking metropolis like open breasts READ MY BLOG!