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hilarious... Remake. I wanted to write.

I will review that great film "The Devil in Miss Jones," directed by Gerard Damiano in 1973, a reimagining of the Faust myth from a female perspective, featuring a fantastic performance by Georgina Spelvin. I highly recommend the hilarious - I emphasize hilarious - one made by Jenna Jameson & Co. It's something I can't even tell you about.

Everything is very beautiful.

<<< AC/DC are Australian, but of course they have always been in England and America. >>> What kind of nonsense is that? It's just the complete opposite. Both the Youngs and Scott were natives of the UK who emigrated to Australia. And all the significant AC/DC albums, except for Highway to Hell, were conceived, produced, and recorded at Albert Studios in Sydney. They were so proud of their emigration that in the versions released there, they always added something extra. And maybe it’s precisely recording Highway to Hell in London that brought them bad luck, putting an end to one of the greatest hard rock bands ever. Show off with Riot, an underground semi-rare album, and then spout this crap about what everyone knows? Bah, the burned-out youth.

...mavafàngulo.

<< Caz, by the same components I mean the thinking minds, >> Yeah, exactly. As I wrote above, Oliveri in Kyuss never thought about anything, and Homme has always only thought about the guitar. Björk thought for almost everyone in the first masterpiece, and in the second everyone thought for themselves but all for one, one for all. I repeat, there’s a lot of Bread & Salami Homme has to munch on to be considered the sole thinking head or composer of Kyuss. And the idiot, come on, the idiot is just an idiot like many others, let alone the thinking head of Kyuss. You can give this album even a 0.5 for me; it’s a Rock N Roll album, so in 2003 it can be liked a lot, a little, or even hated. What “interested” me was clarifying the point that they are not the same components, nor are they the same thinkers. There is exclusively their guitarist, plus an idiot picked up off the street that they kicked in the ass, the Kyuss. Then it's fair to talk about Homme, comparing what he did in Kyuss to what he does in his solo project (because he can call even 200 people, but QOTSA is his solo project), but it’s wrong to talk about Kyuss, because 75% of them are missing, both as components and composers. I, of course, throw out all the QOTSA albums for half a single by Kyuss; it’s obvious they are billions of times superior. Kyuss had a style and coined a genre, while QOTSA just make rock n roll. Nice, but just rock n roll.

eeehhh... the same components, no. Blues For was almost entirely written by Bjork with an Oliveri who just followed along, and here Bjork isn't present. And I believe Bjork is infinitely superior even to the guest - although very talented - Grohl. Welcome, perhaps their masterpiece, is indeed a masterpiece because on bass there’s not that guy but Scott Reeder, and here Reeder isn’t around. Instead of a gentleman singer like Garcia, there’s Homme, who in Kyuss was never even allowed to throw out a "buh" on the mic. This is the band of Kyuss's guitarist (not leader, nor anything else, just the guitarist), who has then resurrected a fool like many others. Homme has a lot of bread and salami to eat before he can be taken as the sole composer of Kyuss, tons of it. The spicy kind. /// Beyond that, a beautiful Rock N Roll album.

It's Stephen O'Malley, not Steve. They are Burning Witch, not Whitch, and they are not active at all; they practically broke up before the release years ago, it was the final fight of a dispute that started with Thorr's Hammer (from whose ashes Burning Witch emerged). Aside from these trivialities, it's a nice review, especially since it's written by someone who isn't completely immersed in drone (people who think every album is a 5, even if you can't tell one from the other). But that stuff about Earth, I don’t know, it’s half heresy. On this album, there’s a song called Dylan Carson, come on. For me, the best are the White, I see this one as very much "let's give it a try, come on, let’s make it extreme and then see how it turns out." Going back to Earth: Hex & Hibernacolum, or 2 or Pentastar are way better than any Sunn album. I must say, though, that no one reaches the absolute perfection of the Sunn SOUND.

<<< shitty group >>> ah ahahahaha... blessed ignorant youth...

Why, what should I have said to make you believe that I read it? Should I have written in capital letters, like you do when you're frothing at the mouth with repressed anger? Should I have added so many exclamation marks, maybe following a “I READ IT” in capital letters, like you do when you're so nervous that you start headbutting the case and putting your fingers in the cooling fan? Should I have quoted you a passage, or given you a review, like you do copying bits here and there from the internet? But explain one thing to me (if you can): how long would it take for me to penetrate so deeply into your brain? After having to repeat a concept at least 10 times that is much, much simpler and verifiable on the pages of this site, try (even though you know better than I do that it will take you some time) to do the math. Take the abacus I made you buy a little while ago (since we know that you buy everything I recommend, it's proven), put it on the table and count. So: if it takes you 10 posts to understand that you are in blatant error verifiable everywhere, how many would it take to convince you of something unconfirmable? Or are you convinced that I’m so messed up that, like you, I start taking pictures of the book and posting them here? And above all, what do I care? It’s fun to point out that you spout nonsense every second, that you don’t follow a logical thread even if you shoot yourself, that you always contradict yourself, that you change the subject and create hypotheses completely out of thin air. That, yes, is fun. It’s not equally fun to prove what I read or don’t read, nor do I care to do so. From my perspective, you're my clown under pressure, my little lab mouse. The umpteenth forty-year-old with relationship issues on de-b (see HappyPippo, Flinstone, Enrybaxx). I don’t feel obliged to prove anything, I just enjoy laughing at you.