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I avoided the ones that made me move; I have too many friends in Thiesi, so as you well know, when you go to visit friends at their village festival, either buffasa or t'iccandasa, and I chose to buffare. Basically, I was rolling around thanks to the Jchnusa in my system; with the first push, I would have burped off the stage and stripped the plaster from all the surrounding houses.

Yes, I do like it; moreover, it has filled the necessary space to burn a CD with Quest On Fire, Naam, Giant Brain, and Magic Lantern. I had one project pending with just enough space for an album, and as you know, I’m very particular; everything has to be of the same genre, the same year... and it can even be from the same country. Maybe "fussy prick" is the most fitting term.

I agree with the current situation, but I don't see many viable exits without totalitarian governments; an automatic and consensual change (even though I would like it) seems quite utopian. We've reached this point slowly over thousands of years of history; it’s not like someone suddenly screwed us over, there’s no "culprit," and if there is one, they're long dead. However, I completely disagree with this <<< Until a few years ago, there were people fighting for the chance to manage their own time, build a life, and consciously live their existence, believing in ideas of progress. Thus, there was the possibility to change things; there were those who cared about spreading awareness and knowledge, and encouraging people to reflect and give their best. >>> Absolutely not. Those who came before us destroyed the planet by exploiting it beyond measure, they ruined republics with rampant favoritism, they lost across the board, but we are the ones paying the consequences. We're in deep trouble because the previous generation dicked around for forty years, leaving us with "debts" that we will have to pay. They weren't better off; they just took advantage of the situation. Those even before them lived a miserable existence, a truly crummy existence, but they were happy because they were ignorant of what a good life was, and so they were fools and content. Would you like to go back to being an 1800s farmer, happy to spend your life in the countryside among fields and the local bar? You can still do that if you want, but now you know that you will be missing out on many things, and you won’t be as happy as the rubes were a hundred years ago. Our discontent comes from awareness, not from a lower standard of living. I agree that we're still in deep trouble, but don’t tell me my grandfather was better off because it’s not true; at most, my father had it better (thanks to my grandfather's miserable life), and I’m the one paying the consequences.

The bassist and the drummer are two guys to marry; everything else is nice, but those two stand out. It's a shame about that isolated "lagna-oriented" incident, but still, it's not too serious and long enough to ruin the album. Definitely worth listening to a few times.

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Ah, so those were the ones who played the day after Marlene then. I only heard them from very far away; I wasn't even interested in Sick Of It All, let alone the opening band :). If I had known they were from Sardinia, I would have given them a chance; with the colossal hangover I had since Friday afternoon, I would have liked Bimbomix as well, in the face of Santu Juanne.

True, Moon's take during Mike's arrest from Eyehategod had me laughing a lot, both the review and the delirious comments.

"pure shit... let's not bring King Buzzo into this, please..." it's just that now he'll be offline otherwise I would have given you the link, but if you search well you should find a live performance by Fantomas where King Buzzo is wearing the t-shirt of these guys, specifically the one with the logo of the baby with the power outlet. I think it was a live show in Paris or maybe Belgium, during the Amenaza Al Mundo period. Black t-shirt, dirty white contrasting logo.

Bartle, I am moved by your definition of Sludge; it was like looking at myself in the mirror.