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Fuck you, Lei Zigu and the Zen Circus and all your Shitty People.

NO and then NO spending dinars to listen to groups that sound worse than my buddies in the garage YES to Jar of Flies that sounds amazing ROCK and that's enough; and stop with these distinctions hard soft plasticky indie major piantalKu, GET SMART Dr. Fiquata (a Neapolitan not clever?), they are PRODUCTS! and you can't really distinguish them between organic and non-organic!

The good news: Articolo 31 have split up. The bad news: they're embarking on solo careers.

@STONEY@ISIDE The impetus for change will never come from the "bottom" because the only long march that the human sludge of lumpen, proletariat, middle class, and petty bourgeoisie can undertake is their approach to the hypermarkets where they spend their weekends; not even from the "new true/fake rich," who are stuck on the highways leading from metropolitan areas to the sea. This leaves the historical bourgeoisie, which has moved from the PNF to the DC to the PSI to the PCI (the most chic ones flirted with Prima Linea and BR, sending their offspring to positions of power) to the League and then to the PDL... and then, in a corner, we have the enlightened bourgeoisie, the only ones who hold what’s left of the left, which you will quickly label as radil-chic, but who may one day lift us from this quagmire. They are also the only ones capable of understanding the nuances of Anno Zero, sharing (I say this without irony, money is not a sin) with the proto-enlightenment figure Santoro the revenues, the readings, the visions, and (perhaps) the listens—all things you wouldn’t even spot with binoculars on Debaser.

From the Maison Maddalena of Mental Mercy, they report that the patient Firestartah (dissociated following repeated listens to Prodigy) was not sedated on September 21st of this year and manifested audio hallucinations. Once sedated, he narrated visions of catastrophes commented on by an inner alias named Giacobbo. If this is the review, I wonder what the work is like!

Thumbelina knows very well that if she wants to defeat the monsters, she must come up with other strategies than passively eating them: Dear Peprb, you have taken the fairy tale out of your hat; if you had a more grounded reception and PacMan, I would have jumped through the screen to shake your hand. Smoke seriously damages health. Regards.

Without sincere compliments, do not seek arches.

The true experience was listening to them live, an incessant rockfunk machine, alas not capturable by any recording.

In short, on DEbaser, one can post requests for help from misunderstood narcissists in the non-virtual everyday life, from rabbits who here dress up as lions, from the unheard who find a moment of celebrity.
I have been visiting the Club of Misunderstood Reviewers for some time; some also engage elsewhere to elevate to a noble art the chatter about nothing that is popular music review, I read fluent prose and coherent reasoning, interspersed with non-sense, outbursts from hooligans
de la musique and malanime tou-court, and I post my insignificant comments: I draw good advice for interesting listens, I keep my spirits up, and I await reviews of my favorites.
Paraphrasing Mishima, DEbaser is a soap bubble, and in this soap bubble, we see ourselves.

Gossip Corner
For Male: Aguilera, Furtado, Knowles, Milian are perhaps not psycho hotties, but I really like them a lot.
For Female: Paul Banks, the Thom Yorke mentioned in the review, no way, he's also a total mess.