Eneathedevil

DeRank : 18,21
DeAge™ : 7755 days • Here since 18 march 2005
Ash Ra Tempel Ash Ra Tempel
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Nah nah, I don’t do those internet things. How much can the feeling of being the only inhabitant of the completely empty "loser rock" section of your favorite store pay off? There’s nothing like it.
Amandine This Is Where Our Hearts Collide
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...but there’s even more, my friend. These are heartfelt and sincere words. Our reviewer suffers from the typical syndrome of the thirty-something, which does not consist, as many suppose, in a blind love for the pastorotta of Canazei, but in the horrendous acknowledgment of one’s own aging through the transition to the new decade. Because as long as you’re 29, everything is very cool; you’re still young, and anything goes: at 30 you’re grown up, you’re marriage material, you need to work and burden yourself with the struggles of life to raise a child. This is life, who cares. We recommend the raw scene of Nedda’s betrayal recognition in Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci: reality and fiction inside and outside the theater.
Amandine This Is Where Our Hearts Collide
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Damn, I'm only just realizing how right you are, oh Zoroaster. But I confirm: in my opinion, this guy goes straight to the heart of the matter. Who knows, he might be onto something. I think he is. Therefore, I reconfirm: good review.
Amandine This Is Where Our Hearts Collide
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But what a great guy this kid is...!
Avril Lavigne Let  Go
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Wow, a comment of tact and delicacy from another era!
Ash Ra Tempel Ash Ra Tempel
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I just have Schwingungen: I’ll hold off on listening to it for a bit, tempted by the usual excellent work of Festwca.
Pere Ubu The Modern Dance
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A somewhat intricate overarching period. "Stimmati" in the plural is more chic. I bring the average down a bit: let’s make it a 4.5, reinforcing what was said.
Pere Ubu The Modern Dance
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The celebrated masterpiece by Pere Ubu: in my opinion, it is somewhat overrated by specialized critics. The good Scaruffi, from whom you presumably drew some inspiration, has built an endless case around the band and this album. In my view, he sees beyond its actual merits. It's psychedelic noise-rock with more than a hint of madness, thematically rich but doesn't carry in its musical sections all those stigmas that people tend to believe. The distortions, the noise, the dissonances express pure fun in more than one circumstance, so I don't necessarily see in Pere Ubu's noise "the anxieties and contradictions of industrial civilization." Even less do I see any grand symbol in Thomas's voice, which to me is far from eclectic and able to convey latent messages. I give the work the highest marks because it is still an excellent album, but I don't see in it the much-proclaimed masterpiece.
Assalti Frontali Mi Sa Che Stanotte...
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Eh, but I saw the reference to fish in general. It's like I were to say: not with sauce on meat or it loses the taste of the slaughterhouse! Uh, you hit the nail on the head. I remember certain dishes of polenta, a fantasy of mushrooms and game from Trentino, a delight for the palate. You must know how to cook well, curly. If you promise me an authentic polenta, I'll bring you two fasolari from Sferracavallo. Forget about mussels.
Assalti Frontali Mi Sa Che Stanotte...
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Uhm, uhm. Alright, let's go with the cherry tomato. After all, Zaion has Parrucchiano just a stone's throw away and knows they add the tomato sliced both with clams and mussels. Eh, but watch out, curly: I'm spying on you and keeping an eye on you. And you said "sea flavor". So you were referring to the whole fish, in my opinion. Surely you're tired of the cassoela, right? As for me, I would go for a roe deer with some chanterelles.