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End Of Evangelion is fabulous. Especially episode 26: 30 minutes of Interstellar Pipelines about being, only to end with "...what a mess...". Brilliant.

But how ignorant are you? Do you save screenshots? It takes 5 minutes to download a webpage and modify it to your liking, take a screenshot, and bring it to the relevant authorities. And do you think you’ll go to the police station and say: hello, I’m geenoo, this guy tells me I’m an idiot. How hard will the officer have to work not to laugh in your face? Your name isn’t public, I haven’t offended you, and I don’t intend to. Then, about what you listen to, I couldn’t care less. Write a nice review, I won’t read it, just to read: “this is nice, the last one was crap,” you know what interest I would have in that. But at least you’ll find something more rewarding to do instead of spewing nonsense at such a high speed. Goodbye Miss Rotthermeyer, have a good day.

Defamation? And what would be the "good reputation" that I would be "defaming" by expressing my personal opinion? Come on, make us laugh, tell us what reputation you have, what is it that you intend to protect from defamation? We'll be waiting with popcorn.

And then you're even more clueless, because these 4 lines you keep rambling about, only you see them. The lines change depending on the site's skin, screen resolution, type of browser, font size... idiot. I, for example, see around twenty lines in total. You, maybe even 50. Well, not you, you see incomprehensible characters.

I mean the fact of having to write reviews to have greater credibility on debaser and thus be able to comment >>> CREDIBILITY? But where have I ever talked about that, where did I write it? See, you're clueless? I wrote to you: "in this game you are worth less than zero." Game, got it? Do you understand? Game in the sense of "it's easy to talk without putting yourself on the line." And then I'm not right? But is it stupid or not? One writes Game, and that one understands "credibility."

<<< Anyway, I haven't finished mine. >>> If you write as fast as you understand, our time on earth won't be enough to read it.

The point is all there, this new album by the Melvins is different from the others: it's an album of songs, and they have Big Business on bass and drums in addition to Buzzo Crover. Do I have to give you the tabs, do I have to explain that at ten minutes it goes PPENG and at ten twenty-one it goes SDDONG? Then, if you weren't such an idiot, you would have realized that in the comments with Antmo we did a track by track, because debaser is mostly comments, but you are an idiot and you still haven't understood it. Well, otherwise you wouldn't be an idiot. Because as you say above: <<< A man must respect and remain himself. He cannot stoop to such ridiculous compromises >>> You are, and remain, an idiot. It’s pointless to explain things to you; every review I do gets the same, pointless, boring idiot comment from you, like someone slapping their palm over their ear repeating: "I don't understand."

Ahhh, there you go, at first nothing makes sense, then you tell me <<< I can imagine its content. And I had also understood that the review is a mash-up of the Melvins' own story (except for the last four lines). >>> So, what's there to argue about? An idiot like you understood it, everyone understands it. Of course, then you shouldn't be an idiot since you got it, but since you're an idiot, you only understood part of it. They start talking about the latest album from halfway through the review <<< And here we are again, history repeats itself: just to change things up, they throw the four-string player to the curb (it’s their favorite sport now) - they grab a really, truly good kid from Big Business. And who knows why, maybe to not make him feel alone, they also pick up the drummer from B_B. Crover's touch is among the most majestic, actually damaging and well-calibrated going around, but let’s be honest: he’s never been an octopus with two thousand chimes (you can't hit that hard and expect to make 9000 beats per second). So they split the cake: Dale hits as he knows how, Willis finishes it off with snare bells and pierfrancescoconpatate.

October 10, 2006: history repeats itself. A new album of songs - s o n g s - by the Melvins.

Clearly, and I repeat clearly superior to the previous one. Technically excellent, masterfully produced, and without exaggerating in madness. One might say: perfect. Indeed, to cement the matter, they add a (The) to the now-historical name. The first album by (the) Melvins, or the 32nd by the Melvins. Or even the sixtieth - approximately - work where you can find the two chubby guys most skilled in experimental rock. Count it however you like; see it however you like; take it.>>>

Well, "grown up" is quite a word. Let’s be honest.

Once again, yet another comment that talks about everything but music. <<< If someone doesn't know the Melvins, what the hell do they get from your writing above other than the last four promotional lines? >>> And it's a good thing you grew up with the Melvins; I wrote the biography and you didn't even notice. If someone doesn't know the Melvins reads this, they find out who they’ve toured with, who they are touring with, and who they will be touring with next winter. You are daft, it's obvious, you don’t understand, you can’t grasp it, you’re hilarious. <<< And even for those who do know them and would like to have a preview of the album, what do they have left in their hands? >>> If you know the Melvins, after 60 albums, you might imagine what you find in your hands. Not one, not ten, not twenty, SIXTY ALBUMS. Unless you're as dumb as a sea slug, and you expect that at 45 years old Buzzo would start making Synthpop.