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everything is beautiful, but if when you talk about the sci-fi masterpiece by Truffaut you refer to F451, I’ll hit you. You know about Dune, but for F451, just know.
Maybe talk about something else, at that point tell me what I must have missed.
Film started and interrupted. like Wings of Desire. I interrupted the sky for all my own reasons, tied to all my own things. This one, however, I only remember it killing me.

I only know miserable, which I didn't really like that much. I've always confused them with the belzebong, a remedy is urgent, I need to recover something besides what I already have. I must also point out: the old cover was a thousand times cooler (I'm downloading it along with the rest of the album now), and the artwork here, while of fine quality, seems to place the album in that all-too-similar stoner pot. Plus, it's definitely too medal. Hanging above the counter of a tattoo studio, it would still look badass. But if I see it in the stoner section, I change albums. (Okay, not me, I change because I've already heard three from these guys and I don't like them—then, okay, I find out that two of the three I heard are by a different band, so I'm an idiot and I go back to listen again. But anyway, I was saying something else).
Anyway, all these bands with the same name are all children of that absolutely beautiful moniker "Bongzilla." Once you copy their name, you might as well copy their sounds and riffs, changing the vocal style. That's it, you’d be the best stoner metal band in the history of the known universe and beyond. If you tell me that this album sounds like a Bongzilla album with some damned mutt in the role of the singer, I'm buying it in the store right now. Note well: I said "buy in the store" and "right now," which means I’m even willing to buy this piece of garbage cover. But I know that there isn’t a stoner sufficiently synchronized to this state of consciousness and knowledge that could realize everything is already ready; what's missing is taking the vocals away from Bongzilla. Stop. End. The best of the best would be ready. Let’s pass on the Bongzilla, who have ruined too many albums with that barking... I don’t know, too many, all of them.

Event!

I have problems with the singer. Years ago I tried them, and it doesn't seem to me that he was my problem. During their career, they’ve also changed the storyteller, or is it just me with excessively vague memories?

I wanted to recommend to the fans of this stuff this album here, which has nothing to do with it, but to start with, it's nice. I think you’ll like it. Everyone. More than this. At least I hope so. Navigating the Labyrinth | Dolven

iuremaindmiiiiiiii do they do that live for two hours?

If you publish them with a fake, these things are worth very little. Man up your digital balls.

This made for a good while (clearly a mistake considering it’s more or less the negation of everything he did afterward). Then he became the legendary Burzum, church arsonist and rival killer. And that’s when a huge mess happened: people began to point fingers at a nobody, more or less irrelevant to the story of humankind, as if he were public enemy number one (not even Marilyn Manson, whose attacks were ridiculous, at least sold a ton and therefore had a following; compared to Burzum, he had only a handful of listeners. Goodness, compared to the Manson phenomenon, I think Burzum sold in his entire career what the reruns of Manson's demos sold...). On the other hand, an army of forced contrarians saw everything from the sublime to the grandiloquent in his too often anonymous music. This album deviates from his black production, getting closer to that one beautiful piece he managed to create (on Filosofem, I don’t remember the title because I’d say I’ve never learned to read it), and, as proof that the 25-minute long piece made of 5 notes happened to come out well by coincidence, it is mortally boring. I don’t know anything about what you say is fundamental to enjoy the work, but if an album needs something else to be appreciated, then it’s not music; it’s the rib of something else. Probably, with everything in hand, this work takes on its own logic, but listened to as it is—him and me as we are—putting it bluntly, it’s one of the worst albums I’ve listened to the year it came out. Belus had its reason for being, as much as I still find it utterly pointless in the overall black metal scene and poor in today’s black metal panorama (but okay, even Immortal today are useless and awful compared to post-black works; they have just a historical value, which remains undeniable like Burzum’s—let’s give to Caesar what is Caesar’s). This album of an unknown genre only makes sense for completists of the artist in question. An artist who, I want to emphasize, every time he’s given an interview that crossed my eyes, has shown such intelligence that it piqued my curiosity enough to lead me to listen to all his negligible releases. Algol's comment above is quite provocative but hides a truth: the character is fascinating, beyond the churches and the youth Nazi affiliations. His music is fluff. Actually, Fuffa, with a capital F.

I don't know. I was saying the other day to Buzz'in that I don't understand why they cut the intro of Psychopomp. Anyway, they are among the psych groups I've preferred in recent years. And the album is great. Too short, but great. I've been undecided for months whether to get the vinyl or not; I should start checking if it's on Amazon and how much it costs...