Pollack

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DeAge™ : 7798 days • Here since 1 february 2005
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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Ps (very much): comments skewed by two pints of Gordon drunk in an hour of bullshit.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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He works with manazza (riki), who you occasionally see dressed well on Friday nights at trendy places among young people.
But we care about him all the same.
Not quite like sambuco, but a bit.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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Sambuco is my trusted shop when I'm in Pavia.
His shop is called Matrix and is located at Porta Calcinara near the motor vehicle office.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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No joking, if you go to Sambuco and ask him for a prog band that fucks the Dream Theater (or however it's spelled), he'll immediately tell you Pain of Salvation. So much so that I’m putting them on now. To sleep.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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I agree with Giorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrgio, the Opeth are really great.
But without even thinking about it.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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From the review, you don't seem enthusiastic about the concert. It must be the second concert syndrome.
Pain Of Salvation Live@Trezzo sull'Adda, Live Club 16\09\2005
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I tell you: you don't seem that enthusiastic to me.
Bon Jovi Have A Nice Day
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I wonder why Manowar's album covers don't appeal to the masses???????
Spice Girls Spice
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The nice thing about Debaser is that you can review whatever you want.
If I get up tomorrow and decide to review Gregorian chants, that’s my business.
If I wake up tomorrow morning and decide to review the symphony of farts and burps by Homer Simpson, that’s my business.
If I get up tomorrow morning and decide to review Always Hardcore vol 7, that’s my business.
You don’t have to be a pain in the ass when someone reviews something you don’t like; just stay away instead of freaking out because at nine years old you listened to King Crimson, since no one gives a flying fuck about your human frustrations.
Or discuss it while showing a bit of brainpower.
Then again, my first cassette was by 883, and maybe I didn’t understand a damn thing about life.