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Uff, so much chatter... I mean, if anyone has something to say about King Buzz Osburne and Trevor Dunn, say it right away, and by the way, the drummer wasn’t Lombardo but Terry Bozzio, a superhuman who has already played with illustrious names (including Duran Duran, so what?)... of course, hidden behind that drum kit that looked like it was straight out of Blade Runner...

Yes, yes, I saw Patton in Bergamo Alta after a few days where he put on an incredible, unforgettable concert. For him, it's no longer experimentation; he has everything clearly in his mind. By the end of the almost two hours of music, I had a junkie-like craving to listen to him again... it was the first time I saw him and he is immense! And great musicians alongside him...
Note for the Ferrara concert: I was told that at the end of the Gioventù Sonica live show, even the Fantomas were at the edge of the stage thrashing around like desperate people... eeeh, the fathers must be done justice, what a satisfaction...

...yes, in the end you arrive at taking stock, and then suffering really weighs down, especially if it has been poured like rivers onto yourself and others. Personally, every time I listened to her records, unlike vv which made her feel less alone, that sense of solitude grew within me, which has always accompanied me even when I was among many people feeling "unsuited for the role" (quote M.A.)... that subtle pleasure of inflicting pain on oneself, always inventing new ways to do it, has always fascinated me. Then I realized that I was not the only "guilty" one, and I took it out on others, those who I probably deep down knew were more defenseless... yes, I think the moment has truly come to follow you vv, all the way...
Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial

like no one to go with vv? Come on...you make me sad all day...

great concert in Ferrara by Sonic: in the end, even the Fantomas were dancing with them on stage!!!!!

I really like these, I noticed them right away in a collection of groups from the legendary SUB POP. "Sound Delight" I believe is the right term. Among others, there are also Iron & Wine, Constantines, and for those who like something wilder (easycure) The Catheters, absolutely amazing!!! All from the Sub Pop family... in the face of those '80s revivals...

I'll add: well, they argue about money, so what? What’s wrong with that? They have to make a living from music, and it’s nice for us, sitting comfortably in our chairs with our new Pioneer bought with a lot of hard work, enduring bullshit and overtime, to listen to our heavily censored heroes living on the street; it makes us feel more rebellious. But then we discover that as they approach retirement, they need money to eat, to take care of themselves, to get high, and all those little things that people usually do… you know what I mean? None of this diminishes by a jot what they represent for music: personally, I got to know them through this album. Until then, my music was made up of Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, and similar bands. When I listened to “California Uber Alles,” it opened up new dimensions (and drugs) for me!!! It was really around the mid-eighties, in Milan there was rampant yuppie culture, Duran Duran, and gelled hair (hey, are those things still around?)… for me, though, there were the Dead Kennedys, Butthole Surfers, Hüsker Dü, Headless Horseman, Cramps, Tournament, Plan 9, and many more… people living on the fringes of society making music for deviated beings whose scars in their minds haven't healed yet. From the lyrics to the music, there’s so much to talk about here that it could fill entire forums. I saw the D.K. in Milan two years ago, of course without Jello since he was blocked by the law. It’s obvious that time passes for them too, but it was nice to see, naturally from the back rows since I’m no longer of the age, so many young punks with colored hair singing their songs by heart… it's satisfying.

Uah uah uah, just listen to those alternative bourgeois getting excited because they see a junkie getting his sword ready... poor thing, if these are your heroes, you bring me an endless sadness. And I invite you here to Ponte Lambro in Milan, so I can introduce you to some real ones in person, just pay and you can even take a photo together, you can take the photo home with you (but leave the car!).
Not that I have anything against those who indulge in every imaginable drug, on the contrary, I can't stand those who flaunt it on the cover. I mean, I hate those fake losers who play along with the lives of bored, dim-witted folks like you. Hey, no offense, okay? Don't take it badly, I just shared my impression, happy to be proven wrong.
By the way, what a cool character you are for starring in "Porno Amatoriali"?? You really are a loser, huh...

How about we give it a 2/5? After ten days of listening, the judgment feels more accurate, right? Of course, without a joint three times the length of Giubbo's penis, then everything changes...

well....