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I find it too funny that they are triplets; the first times I saw them I thought it was a one-man band and that the guy was just messing with us by editing the photos. Seeing them live must be so pissi-pissi, even if they don't play.

Proggino not even in your dreams, and since I was a child myself, I've heard tons of punk. The one who's 40 and has spent all those years listening to the same thing is you, not me. And you know it very well, given that we've spent entire days discussing both valid bands (valid even for me) and shitty bands (for me, and I remember also for you). If you're spaced out and can't remember anything, fine, but I have an excellent memory. Stoney, the review is a joke that you can't understand now because you can't find the homepage where it was included.

In my opinion, it’s complete crap. You can tell he’s talking about things he knows nothing about, including the town. I read it as soon as it came out and it disgusted me; reading it now with more books under my belt, I think it would disgust me even more. And then Brizzi, he really seems like a complete idiot: the Moccia of the young rebels from the parlor.

"Those ravers who listened to them, you didn't know." As can be inferred from the comments, it's clear that everyone has their own interpretation of "rave." I was referring to the Hardcore ones, and I knew people (ten years ago) who had been organizing them for over ten years (so twenty years ago) and they always talked about and listened to stuff much more intense than this. If the discussion is expanded to parties with 20,000 people, then it’s obvious there was lighter stuff, but those were called FREE PARTIES, not Raves, at least in London (I don’t know about Goa or Chicago, I’ve never met anyone from those scenes, apart from offering a joint to Frankie Knuckles two or three summers ago, but I didn’t ask him to tell me the history of Raves).

...Or was it Spiral Circle? I don't remember.

But of course not, I started in '95-'96 (and finished not long after), what were called "Tamarri", but what those much older than me called Hardcore (but not gabber, that’s even worse). According to them, it was an evolution. And since a lot of the BAM-BAM-BAM straight kick shit was produced and sold by people from the Spyral Circus, I guess they have a point. For better or worse, but still an evolution. I liked The Prodigy back then; listening to them now is out of the question. Now I’m off to make a human pyramid!

Actually, if you tell me your recipe for cooking ketamine, then I'll believe you. Cook it up and amaze me!

"Tatanka? Tannino? But those aren't raves, they're crap." But when has a rave ever been good? You've never been to one, come on, don't play the fake reformed party animal.

DiCaprio at the beginning of the movie, if I recall correctly, was passing through Goa, and from there he went to the famous The Beach. I remember a scene with a party, I believe. // I feel sorry for Tannino, I didn’t know he had died, let alone in that way. And then they say that drugs kill.

The rave is typically that English one from the late '80s to early '90s, driven by Techno, accompanying the nights of poor children of poor workers. Goa comes from what was played on the island of Goa (DiCaprio, "The Beach"), and it goes woooha woooah plin plin plin boooom boom, and accompanied the holidays of the rich kids of wealthy industrialists or of the poor freaks living there. The early dawns (of Techno Rave) had a much lighter sound but still with a high BPM count; later, the BPM remained the same, and the only life goal of those playing that stuff was to have the kick with an increasingly grosser sound. The real Raves died in '94 after a mega disaster in the Altamont style, in a place called Castelwhatever in the UK, making it illegal in England to gather to listen to music in public spaces if you exceed ten people (and then they say that in Italy we are strict). After '94, many creators of the movement moved to Rome, creating the whole social scene of the Palladium and the Forte Prenestino, from which DJs Marco Vortex and company, Mauro Tannino (from sunset to sunrise), Tatanka (watch out Caramba), and others I can't remember right now are still around. In Italy, by the late '90s, the term "techno-roma" was even used (sale sale sale, roma capitaaaaaaleeee). For tips on Goa, ask G; I remember he reviewed one of those horrible compilations like "best of goa 2005" or something similar years ago. Anyway, always and forever, beware of anything that was born in a nightclub after the '70s with the various IIII FEEEEELLL LOOOOOOOVEEEEE (speaking of Moroder) and similar stuff. The real disco is dead, darn it.