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Love, who cares about your comments, I look at what you write, I can't read 8,000 comments a day... sorry, look here: Sex Pistols, Fugazi, Minor Threat, Husker Du... ENOUGH. These are your reviews, I rely on that. Feel free to treat me like a proggarolo, I won't be offended, I never am, since I'm just a character. Those who take themselves seriously over a server of bullshit, between one occupation and another, that's you.

Love, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to the hills... and you know why? Maybe you got stuck in the '70s, but it was all full of... OH OH OH... punks. Look, now they take the acids, I stick to Ginseng and Aloe Vera on the Limo, happy songs for happy people. - About the snake god talk: this is just a case, I don't really dig Nirvana either and moreover they can't play, but for example, I can tell you that I'm crazy about Plastikman... and more ignorant than him when it comes to compositional fantasy, trust me, there's nothing there, he basically makes 2 notes per song, yet I like him a lot and I’ve seen him live 3 times. What’s up with that? Do you think I still need those three or four occupations to understand it?

Watch out Jim, he's calling his friends to throw molotovs at the company. He was punk when it was worth being one, and even now it’s still worth it, don’t worry, the price for you was there and will always remain. Come on, let's revolutionize the West... smash all the bottles, occupy the multinationals, come on, let's burn everything so we can live by digging up potatoes like in the good old days of the Mesozoic. How cool was the Mesozoic, everything was simpler, there was just one riff and no time was wasted distinguishing one note from another.

Hit me, come on... sink me... smash the bottles on the bourgeois car... yeah punk again, even if it’s no longer worth being one, do it for me. Break it down, come on, boycott, occupy, terrorize the bourgeois... come on.

But who told you that I distinguish Coltrane from Cannibal Corpse at the highest level? I wrote to you: For me, Coltrane and Cannibal Corpse are DIFFERENT. That doesn’t mean that's "the maximum." Read carefully, between one bottle and the next, you failed revolutionary piece of shit. "I was punk when it was still worth being one"... do you realize? "I was punk"... oh you idiot, find yourself a better purpose in life, you big baby.

Figures of shit? Hit and sunk? Break some more bottles, grow up a little. Here, no one gets hit and sunk, there are no figures of shit. These are exchanges of opinions. My opinion is that you are a galactic idiot who believes he is discussing debatable subjects about reality, when instead you are talking about sounds that create a different reaction in every brain. Maybe you’ve broken one bottle too many, you still haven't figured it out: technical incompetence exists... but it doesn’t make sense to talk about it in the group's evaluation. Let’s see, I’ll give you a Punk example: there are green bottles and blue bottles. You can objectively say: damn, this is a blue bottle. But when you go to break it to occupy the grocery store, whether it’s blue or green doesn’t matter, they’re all good for breaking. The discussion about technique is a separate matter; you can talk about technique and the value of a group, two different discussions, but I don’t find it sensible (and neither do you) to talk about non-value as if it lacks technique. You are convinced you’re talking to a technical progger, but I’m not a technical progger at all; I like 99.9% of genres in music. That is, all except punk. It’s not that punk is the only non-technical genre. I couldn’t care less about making a fool of myself; do you have any idea how little I care if my character makes a fool of themselves? The only one who takes themselves seriously on the pages of a server is you… idiot.

It's the second, homonymous or "In To The Void We Travelled." Pair track 4+5 = my goodness. Everything is fabulous, but 4+5, my goodness.

And finally, I wanted to make a strong point about what makes me laugh the most: <<< You’ve got no credibility, isn’t it time to limit yourself a bit? >>> Credibility? Do you really think you’re in the European Parliament? Do you think I use the nickname Caz and write reviews about sandcastles and boiled cod... for the sake of credibility? On a site where every album on earth gets 4 to 5 stars? I come here to share simple opinions, to say stupid things, and to have fun with idiots like you who believe they’re talking about music "objectively," with "credibility," with "unique weight"... come on, get yourself a sensible hobby. In music, everything is opinion and nothing is truth, except for sales which mean everything except something that affects quality. I have no credibility, I don’t want any, and it practically doesn’t exist. Everyone expresses their views believing it’s just an opinion, then there are idiots like you who are convinced they have Credibility. Grandpa rotten, give me a break... now the old punk is here to teach us what’s beautiful and what’s not, but just stop it.

PPS: you have at most turned my boring day into the corner of the angry punk because someone thinks the stuff he venerates is crap. I wrote that review for fun while reading angry people. You got angry, I had fun. Do you really think I wanted to praise Area by saying that Punk is shit? That "1978" in the title has nothing to do with punk, I just wanted to read some spits, I enjoy it that way too. Your spits from a disappointed old man really entertained me. If instead of breaking bottles you had turned on your brain, maybe you would have understood it too.

PS: I have the original discography of Velvet, Dream Theater make me VOMIT.