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<<< 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.

<<< I am kind to those who deserve it; I don't give pearls to pigs. >>> Look, look at how you contradict yourself! First, you said, "I see that with you common sense and good manners have little effect," which implies that you tried to be polite. Yet you didn’t; as you then confirm. You can’t maintain a logical thread for more than three words; you need to put in more effort, damn it, you need to put in more effort. I'm trying to help you, but in a desperate case like yours, the "patient" must put in some soul. << I DON'T BELIEVE at all that you have read this book. >> Well, believe what you want. After all, the opinion of a mentally impaired person isn’t that important. More effort, more effort.

"I see that common sense and good manners have little effect on you." Because, have you ever been kind? Try reading this discussion again. You have never been kind, neither here nor elsewhere. Not that I care, but it's just to point out yet another of your meaningless statements, thrown out randomly and without any real basis. You dream up things. It’s proven. "The fact that you REALLY READ this book lowers your credibility by 70%." Who knows what intrinsic meaning this statement hides... I can only imagine something Oscar-worthy...

<< Come on, everyone has seen that photo (now you've just changed it!). >> I've never changed a photo in my life: you, your brain is mush. Trust me, the photo has been the same for the past three years. << instead of "staying on point" and talking ABOUT the movie. >>> I'm not here to talk about movies. I don't care about them, and I've already written that above... you always need me to repeat things at least twice. But I’m being nice, I feel sorry for you, so I'm trying to help. For example, let's take these last meaningless sentences. << GIVING 1 STAR without even justifying it >> No, no. I justified it, you need to read carefully, say it out loud, and you might see that after ten times one thing at a time you can absorb it. I wrote that it ruined a great book. I really like the book, not the movie, so: one. <<< Critical ability = 0.01%, capacity for unfounded chaos = 90% >>> Come on, come on... you can't even count. 0.01%, added to the remaining 90%, makes 90.01%. And where did you leave the other 9.9%? Buy yourself an abacus, try it at home, and when you get there... come back to the board. Come on, come on.