Eneathedevil

Good job, you basically got the gist of the story! Well done! Anyway, I often like to give my best too; if I'm not really convinced, I prefer to hold back. This time, I’m serious, I wasn’t entirely convinced by Trell, and of course, it’s a somewhat tight score, a 5 could have worked: it was a demonstration that my support wasn’t sentimental in nature when it came to defending ours.

But who cares about the grades, the point is the pointless controversy. You're going around criticizing with a 4 as your contribution: we get that to you it’s worth as much as a 5, but you know well that it ruins the average in a context of 5. You clearly know this because you yourself, while giving your 4 maximum weight, almost always accompany it with a criticism. There are other examples, I’ve even mentioned them to you. And then you come to tell me that I’m making a fuss about the grades, that I’m a pain in the ass... but please, I always post reviews anonymously, so every time I enjoy seeing the anonymous ones, when I don’t care at all. So let’s not reopen this issue, it’s not about the grade and I’m not interested. It’s the value of the mess you assign to it. If I have a value system where for me a 3 is the maximum, I’m not going to give my maximum to the people I comment on: it’s obvious that even though it’s the maximum for me, it sounds like a joke. In that case, it’s better to abstain. So the point is: you know very well what you’re doing. Not the judgment itself. This 4 was valid, that’s fine. But you put it there to mess around, I don’t. Well.

Easy! Did you see? We can defeat the Dream Theater! Finally free from Metropolis! Never go back to that infamous place!

By the way! Let’s be clear, this entire rant is not to defend Krystal, quite the opposite. It's pointless to proceed with the infamous claim that our girl could pump out any quality stuff: yes, yes, there’s something decent in the works, but my God, just a few days ago I happened to read the list of her favorite groups and singers, and I nearly had a fit. Unspeakable things, you have to believe me. So, in short, the Take That are indeed below her listening standard, but not by much. Thus, a good pen inevitably lent to cheesy music.

Damn, what a cacophony of grandiloquent comments! Shit, this is some hot stuff! I gotta tell you: the best comment you’ve made since the one about Corgan’s dick, but damn, it’s too serious to be yours. So? Hey, let’s admit your snobbery is real, the problem is: how much of the shit is parasitic? I say a little bit of shit is necessary: shit is culture, I’ve always said it, because you can’t talk about fancy things if you don’t have a clear view of the shit around. High culture and low culture, but it’s all culture. To be clear, what a magnificent satisfaction it is to tell the average bro that the much-loved 883 suck? And Nek? And Robbie Williams? Fuck it, you can’t base your opinion on the vague idea of a single radio hit. It’s more fruitful to listen, read reviews, get informed: not to be proven wrong (who knows...!) but to be able to say: "I know the shit I’m talking about well enough to criticize it." For instance, this album will definitely be worth 1, but since I don’t know it in its entirety, I won’t rate it. It’s unknown shit, I need to listen. Then I’ll come back here and say: damn, what a shitty shit! But before I was just talking based on hearsay, now I’m talking based on acquired shit. This way you can go to your friends bragging and say: "But fuck the 883, I listen to PFM" because I made the comparison between the albums, and as soon as they throw on the niche piece "Con un deca" (you know the bullshit), you can say: "Yeah, I’ve listened to it, it sucks." But you know it because you’ve heard all the shit, not just the presumed shit of the single. So even the culture of shit is fine. All glory to shit.

Good job, Kosmo! Maybe if I can, I'll quickly upload a couple of samples! :)

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The practical gadgets will arrive for the long-awaited paper collection! It's a matter of image: I don't know if you've seen how ugly the one with Camoranesi is, it's almost better than the original. The blog is a hassle for me, I need to promote it and I hate promoting things: my persona should leave a slimy and stinky trail like that of a post-rain snail. But I do want to visit your blog, you know.

Gabbox, I see you disagree with me on all fronts, poffardincibacco! Regarding emotions and blah blah, this is not the realm for that: there are many other reviews of mine scattered across Debaser ready to bring a tear or two; this is a historical journey aimed at highlighting the historical significance of certain works, who cares about emotions! As for the stars, I’ve figured that in the upcoming chapters I’ll be talking about minor art that doesn’t deserve more than 3-4 stars, so this one definitely earns a solid 5. Oh, yes, yes, there was a moment, albeit controversial, when the pure electronics of mere synthesizers became a mass phenomenon: stay tuned for the next chapter!

Pisippio, don't do that! I can change!