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The Prodigy The Days is My Enemy
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Indeed, after listening to it once, I don't have much desire to put it on again; it felt like a collection of old b-sides...
J. Francis to adore
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I'm sorry, but I cannot access external links, including YouTube videos. If you provide me with the text you want translated, I will be happy to help!
The Prodigy The Days is My Enemy
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I didn't know anything about it, I'm flying to retrieve it and I'll read it while I listen. Well, I guess I'll have it in about half an hour. I read the review, it's a shame that things might be as you say. One note though: there are various versions of Invaders Must Die. At least two: the promo and the official one. I have the promo, and it's a thousand times better than the official one (at least, according to my tastes). It's not like they are currently circulating various versions of an album. As for the two versions: this is the official omen: and this is the one I have:
The Who Quadrophenia
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The scooters/Lambretta from Quadrophenia today seem like that out-of-tune thing that makes it appear clumsy and exaggerated. I mean, the film, as I remember it, would still work perfectly or almost even today, but then you see how these people go around bragging about the "burnt youth," anfe, sex, fights, and nights, and you think to yourself: "If I had shown up like that in the square, they would have smashed me in the face with a pizza before I could even set down the kickstand."
Burnt youth, so to speak, is a clumsy film from start to finish, but Dean, despite sporting a goofy expression from beginning to end, manages to convince you that he’s one of those who takes the night by the balls. I see the Lambretta riders from Quadrophenia as being effective only in the nerd era.
Setting aside my useless observations on a film that, all things considered, I don't even give a damn about: a beautiful page, read with great pleasure.
Boduf Songs Stench of Exist
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I stumbled upon them by accident about a month ago, listened to a ton of scattered tracks. One piece at a time is more than fine, in fact, it's pure bliss. Beautiful songs and a lovely atmosphere. But just three songs in a row can really drag on endlessly. I don't want to curse, maybe I listened to them at the wrong moments, but besides reading "slowcore" everywhere, to me it seems like fully realized folk. I have to say I think the same about Belle and Sebastian, and it's worth noting that while they are only illuminated by artificial lights and have a meaningful dimension only after midnight, the B&S span a decidedly more colorful timeline, it seems to me they are doing the exact same thing: folk in the two thousands and something.
Jeff Nichols Take Shelter
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Considering that I liked it despite the presence of Shannon, a guy who shows up on screen and makes the film lose five points, it’s likely that it’s actually a pretty good movie. Unfortunately, I only remember this: wow, a movie with Shannon that isn’t trash!
Son Lux Lanterns
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I believe I listened to a piece linked by you yesterday or the day before; as soon as I have time, I will try to explore it further.
Dario Argento Il fantasma dell'opera
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Hell, darkness, trauma, Stendhal syndrome... forget about the winds; his last beautiful film is 40 years old, Suspiria, which although not crap, has nothing to do with everything he did before and is 37 years old. There's a film titled "Banlieue 13" which, aside from being a colossal piece of trash, features a protagonist whose voice in the Italian version is dubbed by the clone version of Asia Argento (perhaps because from behind a pole, three hundred meters away, they might somehow resemble each other). Try it for yourself (oh my, it’s not like the rest of the actors are dubbed any better; the film wouldn’t have gained anything if there had been a worthy voice actress, but I find it more criminal to have someone like Asia dubbing rather than acting. That's all, just a curiosity related to crappy voices. Dario Argento, I repeat: he has been living off his past for 40 years, and I am now willing to talk about him only and exclusively to emphasize and scream this out loud; his shit work and total disregard for the audience have completely pissed me off.
Black Sabbath Mob Rules
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No, you have to review the first one, you shouldn’t review Black Sabbath, you have to review THE-HEAVY-ALBUM.
Pyramids A Northern Meadow
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Co-conspirator J.K. Broadrick, I've listened to the remix of the same name more than I should have. Somewhere, I might still have the mp3s. I discovered them during the drone period along with the voyageurs, which I junked pretty quickly (the Broadrick remix is still worth it, but "thank you very much").