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DeAge™ : 8248 days • Here since 21 october 2003
Dr. Dre The Chronic
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that's exactly the point: he's created a huge following. It wasn't enough that he made me want to puke; he's also generated an entire movement of thousands of assholes. As soon as I hear "Let Me Ride," I throw up; west-coast rap should be taken off the shelves and out of the radio. I'd do something like the state heroine; if you listen to west-coast, after two years in a rehab community, they write on your ID "west-coast loser": when you go looking for a job, nobody hires you, when you get stopped for a check, they beat you with truncheons, girls won't sleep with you, and your father disowns you. We need to make them stop, together, we can win. Because the real high is saying NO.
Dr. Dre The Chronic
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To me, his beats are pathetic: they are all of the same type, with a constant presence of those duck-like West Coast sounds that I would eliminate by default from samplers. I find even the East-West Killah track disgusting, despite having the cream of '96 singing over it; you can tell it's Dr. Drillo's beat. He's like talcum powder: you recognize him by feel after the first 4 seconds. The only one even remotely comparable is Large Professor; the others you've written are on another planet, and El-P is in another galaxy.
Cocteau Twins Aikea-Guinea
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I think it’s beautiful and totally on point.
Dire Straits Sultans Of Swing - The Very Best Of - (De Luxe Edition)
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Damn, you reviewed the Dire Straits! Who would have thought, 5 for the surprise factor! Big fuck, great!
Subsonica Amorematico
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The hippopotamus would exceed the maximum weight of the elevator, so they are not included in the calculation, which means there's no need to think about it. And then another thing that has nothing to do with it, but that young people like:
tell me why... if the cow says moooo the blackbird doesn’t say meee...
Hi, we are Wayne Jackson and Andrew Love, the Memphis Horns.
Hi, I am the Rararors. Big Trouble. Thank you.
Tell me why there’s a brown airship without a propeller and rudder inside meeee. PS: At the end of the day, I search among the blankets for a little bit of hope.
Plenty of farts, I have no more dread, happily I fall asleep, intoxicated by my gas.
Lauryn Hill The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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Yes, for a nice tour with tickets at gold prices. And luckily they're called Fugees from the Refugees Camps; if they were called Illion from dolla dolla billion it would be a real headache.
Subsonica Amorematico
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And now a short re-fra-tion, that has nothing to do with anything but pleases the young: tell me whyyyyy... if the cow goes moo the blackbird dooooesn't say meeééé... there’s a brown dirigible, without a propeller and a rudder... inside meee...
Circulus The Lick On The Tip Of An Envelope Yet To Be Sent
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I really like them, one of the best bands under Rise Above. I had seen the promotional photo but not the booklet; now that you've told me what it's like, I think I'll buy it too. A bit of flair never hurts, in fact, it enhances the atmosphere.
The Gris Gris For The Season
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I only have "The Gris Gris" (I assume it's the first one) in their garage-psych, there's too much garage for me to fully appreciate them, but they're a great band, I'll look for this. They work well when I'm in the car with someone, a great compromise.
Dr. Dre The Chronic
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I don't need to check the release date; if my middle school classmate got it as a Christmas gift, we threw up together for days. Fortunately, in '92, masterpieces were abundant (Gang Starr, ATCQ, BDP...), there wasn't much time to waste on these disgusting liquid turds. This is one of the albums that I absolutely hate in all music, and Dr. Dre annoys me in an impressive way. I think it's you who should check the release date before writing; this would have been fine, MAYBE, in 1981, but in the tide of masterpieces from '92, it belongs in the right category: liquid shit. Soft rhymes, all the same beats with sub-zero energy, a dumb character who was mocked by the whole scene—just look at the Cypress Hill videos or listen to a live performance from that period, or even better, Eazy-E's video titled "Real Compton City G'z" before talking. Everyone was making fun of him, and they were right since he’s a poor jerk. Rich, yes (also thanks to the death of his friend Amaro Sciacuro), but personally, he was, is, and will remain a poor jerk.