Eneathedevil

I happen to pass by here, as I've left Uncle Bob to his charming rants from 50 years ago, when he made beautiful things like Blonde on Blonde: then hic sunt leones or almost, for me. The point is that the quote from C.S.A.R. on one hand energizes me, while on the other that "Little Ketty" written like that really hurts. Stalemate.

I can't help but report the epideictic exchange between me and some ancient debaseriota user regarding this album, where the first quote in quotation marks refers to a previous comment of mine (taken from the invaluable profile of @[lukin]):

Saputello | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
"I Can have been traced as one of the main causes of elephantiasis in the testicles: balls drop off, it's a pleasure after the 18 minutes of Halleluhwah" ---------> Now you can't blame the Can for your physical problems. For example, I have too long a dick, but I've never blamed the Can for that.

manliuzzo | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
Enè, cacheggiati

eneathedevil | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
Are you crazy? I’m fine down there because I keep my distance from the Can. Maybe your member seems long to you because you’ve developed cryptorchidism, which is the trendiest phenomenon after the hefty fifteen minutes of "Aumgn". Anyway, it’s also a matter of predisposition. For example, I prefer Gerardina Trovato; I find her more communicative than the Can. For heaven's sake, it’s a matter of taste.

ajejebrazorf | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
Yeah right, enè, now Gerardina Trovato. If you had said Giovanni Bivona, I would have understood.

Eneathedevil | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: -
Don't tell me you've never once in your life said "Thank you for the drink"...

ajejebrazorf | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: —
No, but once my grandmother became an iconoclast.

Bartleboom | Date: 19/4/2008 | Rating: — | Rating for the Album: 4
DePlaylist (entire): Bartleboom: Gerardina Trovato - "I found Gerardina"

High-level review and proposal, enhanced by "I take the liberty to suggest: Germano Mosconi and Anal Smithee," perfectly on theme.

TRUE EMOTIONS (quote): well done Brother Hammer.

In reality, the two reviews are very similar, so I have the modest feeling that the best approach would have been a nice blend with a bit more attention to the Icelanders and a bit less emotional embellishment.
() is not my favorite by SR, although it certainly belongs to the magnificent maturity trilogy that also includes Agaetis and Takk...: their style here is quite focused but in the gift package, they also include the "worst" of Sigur’s poetics, with tracks that drag on too long with Jonsi's tortured gasps. More than ten minutes for a piece is definitely too much. Still, a solid four stars because Bartle gave it three, so there’s no doubt that the album deserves more.

Interesting anamnesis, even if it’s not my genre, but a protagonist with a palindromic name can only exert a deep attraction in me. Who knows…

So, let's start from the fact that I only listen to Baustelle to give my ears a break when Rachele sings, interrupting the absolutely monotonous litany of Bianconi's distressing voice. So the question is, @[joe strummer], what percentage does the black bear from Montepulciano sing, and how much do the guest voices sing? No, because if he exceeds 50%, I don't think I can handle it. Let me know.

Esteemed @[IlConte], have you taken a look here?

Indeed, I have to agree with @[IlConte]: too many words on the plot! But the page is still concise and balanced. For quite some time now, I’ve had an endless list of films to watch, and my proverbial laziness is a heavy stone that slows down the consumption, especially with the return of the Champions League. If I think that I’ve inevitably found myself watching more films by the rhetorical Wenders than by Herzog, it makes me depressed. I absolutely need to reverse the statistics.

Alright, it's time to commit the crime of lèse-majesté: the Sallustian style, which holds airy sentences in contempt and expresses itself through short ones, doesn't please me and never will, especially when the length of the writing is significant. Worse even than goose pâté.
And with Wyatt, I've always had the impression that certain critics wanted to elevate him to the role of a Midas who turns everything he touches into gold, but in my opinion, there's a bit of exaggeration there. This judgment is also weighed down by my frivolous idiosyncrasy, since, with Robert, while acknowledging his undeniable merits, I've never tolerated the timbre of his color.
For heaven's sake, it's the week when I have my things.