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I mean, is it really Gianni Nazzaro? For years I’ve been trying to figure out who that sample belonged to (there were rumors online that it was Zarrillo) and you come out with the one true national Gianni? Can you prove it?
Endtroducing one of the best albums of the century, but what can I say. This is a truly excellent prologue.

Ahahah, are you done playing the diva with all those wigs you wear to catch some catcalling? You can be recognized right away, you know that well. Those endocosmi have thrown me off too, so five złoty just for that.

I don't remember a damn thing about this lady: she probably didn't travel on the circuits of my childhood's construction site. You're still a cuddle bug, @[Flame].

STUFF THAT WOULD BREAK A STAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR EYES!

Ah, I've always called it frigèzz, but perhaps you're more right if you say frìgezz, anonymous passerby.
P.S.: Welcome back, good-for-nothing.

Incredible: I had practically removed it from my memory for about 15 years, since I had listened to the good "Kakusei" which, after a few listens, I had deliberately set aside due to its vaguely boring trip-hop sounds. However, it’s a moment where I’ve run out of a few cartridges, and I’d gladly give the Japanese DJ a chance, since it really has been ages since I last listened to it.

Cohen? For God's sake. Alright, if and when you resurface with another nickname, let me know in private. It seems to me that there’s been some skirmish, but if that's the case, I’d consider the motive for leaving a bit weak. Hello, handsome navigator.

No one doubts the almost excellent quality of "Second," but among the three masterpieces of the '90s, it’s the one I find most difficult to revisit due to the exhausting length of the two opening tracks, which probably have a few minutes too many. Yes, I’m one of those who’d rather listen to Beaucoup Fish a thousand times or even Dubnobasswithmyheadman than this. If only I could be as splendid as @[ZiOn], also known as the Serial Broccolatore of Forcella.

Hey, I read the review and almost all the comments. A divisive record that also finds me, not by chance, at one of the two extremes: I liked it, I like it, and I will continue to like it for ages to come. Aged poorly? Has there been much better in the genre? Does its success come from extramusical factors? Oh yes, of course, but come on. It’s one of the few electronic albums that managed to pass off almost all the tracks as worldwide hits. Smack my Bitch Up, Firestarter, Narayan, Mindfields, Breathe... too much at stake. Too much. Is it synonymous with quality? Not by a long shot. But to nail a number of such memorable tracks that get raided by films, promos, advertising jingles, and other assorted nonsense isn’t something everyone can do. In fact, it’s for very few. I've read about Fatboy Slim and Daft Punk, but the comparison is ill-advised: raise your hand if you remember anything other than Around the World and Da Funk from Homework. What the Prodigy managed to achieve with this record, I believe, no other electronic band has managed in thirty years of IDM.
So this time, no, the smugness of the budding reviewer who produced such drivel speaking in supposed objective terms about what isn’t objective deserves a slap they’ll remember forever in their career as a hack: one star less than usual for the review, and one more, necessary, for the album.

No, come on: I just got a notification on Chrome about a "magnificent review of snes on Burzum," and drawn in by the improbable dichotomy, I couldn't resist diving back in to read such a piece. And yes, I must say that the bleakness in the style of Disperato Erotico Stomp is exactly the vibe I need to get me pumped up for the tough day ahead.