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I don't know, this album doesn't seem to please anyone, but apparently you and I like it. But maybe that's our problem.

I know, it has always seemed to me the poor brother of kaminamda.

someone who mentions Britney Spears alongside Antony among their musical influences doesn’t deserve a line; in the pop world, the bullshit you declare in press rooms matters more than the lousy music they make you sing. Nice voice, okay, but for the rest, a plastic chick; I’d rather screw a steak in a radiator. And here too: it’s shit music; it matters more how many times I jerk off to you than how often I put the CD on.

the movie is cool, I haven't read the book. I've seen ACAB by Sollima and I was appalled by how the subject was handled. Maybe the blame for the awfulness lies in the source material and not in Sollima's work, but there's so much hype around this guy that I go in with 5000 prejudices when I approach it. Romanzo criminale has been praised for direction, cinematography, editing, and everything else... "Boris" outshines the series of Romanzo criminale from a technical standpoint (and for other aspects too, but whatever). No one says this, everyone talks about how funny it is, and how it "smarmella everything," etc. Usually, it’s the same people who are surprised that in Italy, apart from Neri, Vanzina, and a few others, there are people who know how to make cinema in this country. Enough already, every now and then someone pops up to say: "Oh look, we made a decent film in Italy." Enough, you've broken my balls; we make a lot of decent cinema here, the thing is you don't go to the movies unless there are eighty kilos of special effects and three big names screaming Hollywood from every pore. You are the problem, not Vanzina. I liked the review, but if you tell me that ACAB is a notable product, I think we have pretty different tastes. I mean, it’s not a bad product, it’s just a shitty movie. Well done, actually. I don't know, if you wanted to talk about the technical aspect which might be notable, it still seems excessive to me, but maybe we don’t think so differently. However, for Christ's sake: "Oh, all the cops are these fascist Nazis just wanting to beat people up and live in an anachronistic eternal spirit of camaraderie"... come on, it felt like watching that shit "Tropa de Elite" without the shootouts but with family dramas. Come on: besides being stupid, it’s also crap... but sure: the director isn't an idiot.

I'm trying it, it inspires me with summer laughs. Just with "Papirmøllen" as an appetizer, it raises the bar by half a point.

oh, thank you!!! In 2014, if it weren't for people enlightening us with these musical gems, we would still all be listening to Sergio Bruni and Oscar Carboni.

I have it for some reason I don't know. Fredo. Maybe it was reviewed by Bangs; when I read the "Guide," I checked out some of the works he talked about. But I really don’t know if I got it for that reason. I don’t even know if this is the CD being reviewed; I have it with this cover here: but from the way you talk about it, I’d say it could very well be him. Damn, I should have reviewed it... If it is, among the genres I would have thrown in: folk-proggressive funky space coral tribal soundtrack broomsticks brass pommels capers fritti and the inevitable "Avantarde"; then I would have also said that it's beautiful. Maybe I would have also mentioned that I don’t know how it ended up on my PC. but I already said that here. All in all, I’d say that everything I had to say about the album has been said, thank goodness you reviewed it. Unless it’s not that album; otherwise, I’ve been rambling about fried stuff for three minutes.

one of the few mockery albums that actually makes sense.

I’ve always found these guys as hard as a ninety-year-old's dick. When they get labeled as metal, it makes you wonder what people mean by metal. Occasionally, they’re indexed as psychedelic too, which in the sixties and seventies probably meant those psychedelic bands had to change their name and call themselves kaleidoscopically different or something, because maybe it’s my poor listening habits, but these guys wouldn’t look out of place on a music channel in the afternoon. “Don’t Fear the Reaper” (the song) and a sea of uselessness. This comes from someone with taste as terrible as mine. And as already mentioned, everyone has their own terrible taste, and consequently their own ridiculous beliefs. The Blue Oyster is the subscription to London’s public transport... There are two Oyster beers from two different breweries, but neither of them is “blue” (at least, that's how I remember it). However, I do recall that the name Blue Oyster Cult was taken from a poem by, I don’t remember which American poet/artist.

the walking dead is crap. no, let’s get it out of the way so we can clear our minds. This record, after barely a month of listening, must have ended up in the trash or gathering dust in some folder renamed "asian porn" or something like that... a different story for the previous one (I even made a rhyme, hehe). I crushed no help in the past years, it's a beautifully metal and beautifully epic album at many points, and it should have had all the right cards to make me overlook the subrosa without even realizing it. Instead, two or three years after the first download, it still pops up in the player from time to time, and every time I get the insane doubt of whether I should order the vinyl or not. I haven’t quite figured out what doesn’t sit right with me about this work; maybe (and I say maybe) it’s simply an album that is not no help, and if I hear the voices of sarah and kim, I expect the comfortable and now reassuring notes of the previous one. In the experimental doom scene lately, I stumbled upon these guys, whose name alone makes you want to listen to them while dying of laughter: Music Of Bleak Origin | Necro Deathmort (the "beautiful doom" album) This Beat Is Necrotronic | Necro Deathmort (the excessively fundamental debut). Nice decline, but I don't know who chiara francini is; I hope this hasn't prevented me from understanding the ultimate meaning of the review, which if I’m not mistaken should be: next time you go to the bathroom, if you already know the subrosa, get informed about this blessed chiara.