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<<< guys......and trell, to answer you.....haven't you realized yet that I'm against every kind of common morality??????? >>> In my opinion, you're just clueless. You don't do anything here: you only listen to stupid music. Yes, okay, it's first and foremost a place to meet people rather than a music site trying to spread good music, but damn it, it's still a music site trying to spread good music. You spread crap, review crap, propose crap. Maybe you're also a really cool girl, but who cares, I say. You're just one of many worms that, by reviewing this garbage, also get us indexed on the Internet for this garbage. Thanks to Punisher, now you write the names of the crappiest in the world and De-B appears too. Before, you wrote Ramazzotti & Take-That, and debaser didn’t show up. Now thanks to you, de-baser appears. From my point of view: you’re harmful. But hey, do as you like, it's not my site. It's just that, since (in my opinion) you're launching crap on a great site with this review, I’m throwing some back at you, just for sport... since you like playing with shitballs (again, in my opinion).

Your sister and your mother, I believe.

In short: you’ve pissed me off.

So then dear girl, given the non-transcendental nature of the proposal: leave it at home and spare us the hassle. Your suggestions are trivial lab detritus. Find yourself a man, and take him for a walk. With affection.

Only review the shame of our sex, or is it a coincidence? You miss the Tatu. Think about it. In that case, I can give you some leads for a discounted lobotomy: there's no need for you to try to get it yourself with these things. Among women, we help each other.

Thank you for the review, Take That are and will always be great, nothing and no one can ever erase what they have done. I've been following them since I was a child, they have marked my childhood with their exceptional songs. Unforgettable, as always!
Name: maurin | Date: 23/5/2006 | Rating: 5 | Album Rating: 5 ////// Give your body to science. End your miserable existence with the first useful thing you have ever done. Redeem yourself, seek forgiveness from mom and dad. Better to disappear for a just cause than to continue living like this. With affection.

Do you realize that you are overturning millions of years of studies? When scholars had already established that as children you can be idiots and as adults you become sensible, here you are, remaining idiots no matter how much time passes. And there are too many of you now to say "the exception that proves the rule." Aside from the ignorance of claiming to be the first, when they are the English clone of "New Kids On The Block," who in turn are the American clone of the South American "Kids." Besides the fact that the global failure they encountered after the breakup is a tangible testimony to their worthlessness, you, madam, are concerning. You go against the theory of species evolution, remaining stuck after ten long years. And, in this alarming atmosphere, they even demand that there be more women in power in Italy?! To end up with Gabriel Garko as minister of finance? Your daddy should have used a belt against such filth. One word: shame. Actually, two: shame, idiots.

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Yeah, I know, I know. But what do you expect someone like him to contribute to writing stuff for Sting? I have a drummer friend (one of those who spends his life between school, private lessons, and garages) who claims it’s not unusual for a great drummer to write pieces for idiots; it takes him ten minutes. For instance, according to him, Vasco’s drummer is one of the best in Italy. Or just think of the one from APC (whose name I can't recall right now), who records for anyone and everyone. Even Furio Chirico from Arti & Mestieri (a human tornado) has his skeletons in the closet. After all, in commercial music, the drummer is always the least acknowledged; who the hell knows Nek’s drummer or Ligabue’s? They make money effortlessly and don’t even get their hands dirty. A guitarist already attracts more attention; you see them in DVDs and so on. The drummer is there, hidden, playing with one hand while the other scratches his balls given the simple tasks they are assigned. Even my friend plays Lunapop covers in a venue on Saturdays; the money they give him is used to buy the sticks he breaks pounding away like crazy in his garage. All of this stems from the fact that the drums are a demanding instrument, both in terms of money, space, and noise. If a kid doesn’t live in the countryside, it’s hard for him to play the drums; where the hell can he put them? How does he avoid waking the neighbors at night? A guitar is much simpler; in fact, the internet is full of ads saying “already formed band seeks drummer.” There’s more demand than supply, so those who can offer rightfully take advantage. In summary: Colaiuta, I forgive you; go ahead, Vinniebellodipapà.

...the drum set.