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Estoril, I agree that it works this way, as you say in your second post. However, the first one you wrote didn't comment on anything, neither the album nor the review, right? So I put the dots on the i's. See you soon. As soon as I (re)find the cd, I’ll post a sample or some lines that might want to enter the history of hip hop... but I really don't think it will... The impression this album gave me right away is that the Microspasmi are a bit "victims" of the characters they portray; they probably have the spirit to do this genre and this way of life, but they focus more on "watching how and what others like them do" rather than finding their own personal path... I could be wrong... I mean: Militant A (from Assalti Frontali), you can tell that he is just as he has always been, while these Microspasmi seem a bit immature and not very natural. We’ll see what they do in the future (and live, because that’s where all the knots come to the comb). Bye!

You’re right, but I’m always a bit "afraid" of revealing too much to anyone who might want to buy or download the CD... Even a title or a photo can evoke emotions in a CD, and I prefer it to be a discovery for those who hold the record in their hands... You’re also right about the samples; next week I should have time to look into it (and I plan to include some on the old reviews as well). Hi and thanks!

Egebamyasi, Lino Banfi, the ultimate experimenter of ambient sounds? Are you sure? Or do you mean the powerful farts he used to make in his legendary films, stuff that could rival Bombolo? Let me tell you: I agree.

I don't think there's anything to win, nor have I ever asked for it; I write solely for passion, because here I know I can share it with music lovers, and swap advice on maybe some underrated records. I don't see you among the reviewers... I guess you're the one with nothing to say... Why is that? If one day someone from this site points out that I'm taking up space from others, they'll let me know, and I'll adjust accordingly, after my proper apologies. No one is forcing you to read my reviews; if you come across a review with my name, just skip it and you're all set. Bye.

Boredom and fuck_dots_fuck(or deus ex machina), I love you... I didn't know these things and I will make sure to find these memorabilia somewhere! But where? On Sunday they have a flea market around my place, the ones with ads like "Exchange racing bike for street woman," you know what I mean? Imagine if between a 45 RPM of Castellina Pasi and the promo of DJ Francesco when I was little (when he wasn’t tall yet, you know) I find the Maldoror and the other badass ones... I have a couple of collections of Japanese avant-garde, I should take a look at that... Bye!

Dear ...f***... and psychopomps, I don't know any of these groups... Perhaps it's because they don't actually exist? ;D Anyway, I would like to found a group that makes random noise, with some fool like me dressed as a traffic cop (the greatest living conductors! more noise conductors than them...), and the name could very well be CACOPOCOMACACO (which has that je ne sais quoi of Japanese...)

It's the first album by L'altra that I've bought, of course the Low are in a different league... But I'll try to get my hands on the famous "In the afternoon", I trust you guys... A special hello to Kosmogabri, always present! ;)

I met Luttazzi a few days ago, an hour before his show. Very kind and smiley, just as I expected, I approached him and said, "I got your album; it’s nice, but I prefer the one you did months ago, disguised as a parking attendant with a guitar in hand and with a friend..." He burst out laughing and said, "Apicella!" And I replied, "I was clever to catch you, huh? You didn't really want me to believe that someone like that could actually exist..."
The track that gives the title to the album is really tough; I couldn't manage to listen to it more than twice. It would be great if in his future concerts he invited Christian "Broadway" De Sica: he would be perfect for duets with Luttazzi and for hitting him with a pie in the face...