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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.

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.

The older he gets, the more he disgusts me. This is really crap, it makes me sick. Him, his friends, his crew, and all the rappers from his neighborhood. Just gross, vomit, and repulsion.

Giov, learn from Dad.

Anyway, this review is beautiful; finally, a fan who admits that the Pistols were an icon, and not a band to just listen to. They’re a bunch of cool guys who immediately win you over, adorable assholes and mass leaders. All great things, undoubtedly. Robert Fripp annoys me, but he’s a genius and I listen to him; they’re super likable, but I don’t listen to them. In the end, both are needed. A lot of what came after them is thanks to them, even if not everything, but they are. Even if this record sucks, they were necessary.

Let's start from an essential premise: those who hate Nevermind and the Pistols, offering reasons that have nothing to do with music, and then say that "the Pistols are images to be kept in mind, they are stuff that goes beyond music" is all true and very beautiful. You put it perfectly: the Pistols are Images. Not music. I like them too, but listening to them is better than a kick in the ass.

In short, it's a time when it's very difficult for me to carry on a discussion, so I try to select the conversations that deserve to be pursued, in relation to the time it takes to do so (in the sense that if someone asks me: do you like Barrett? I reply "yes" and that's it, if someone asks me "what differences do you find between Barrett & Waters?" I would say it takes much more than one word to explain). The fact that you don't like the four bits of nonsense that I put together in fifteen minutes (during which I write, edit, find the cover, resize it to 250x250, and send it... but I don't look up Freedb because I would exceed the max time) doesn't seem like an important discussion to me. The very fact that you call this a review would flatter me if said by someone else, but coming from you, it bores and saddens me. You, do this: before asking me something, review everything I've written regarding what I think of you, and know that I will always stand by those statements. Why do you even ask me about these things? You know that you'll only receive a "oh please" or a "how sad," I've told you a thousand times that I find it pointless to discuss with you, it seems rude to write it to you once again for the umpteenth time, but I see that every time you need to hear it repeated. Then oh, you are free to write any comments you want wherever, however, whenever you feel like it, that's clear, but if you're hoping to engage in what we might call "fruitful" or "sensible" or "purposeful" discussions with me (with others, of course, I don't know) know that it's a lost cause from the start. I repeat that I’m sorry to keep reiterating the same offensive concepts, but this is the situation, and it will remain so. I already consider it a huge waste of time to have reiterated the same point to you for the millionth time, but today I felt "good."

<<< I really love other bands and artists that you also appreciate.>>> Just one thing I'll tell you: the fact that you like Lynyrd Skynyrd but consider them inferior to "Born In The USA" only increases my aversion to conversing with you and decreases (if it's possible to decrease zero) my esteem for you. Look, I’ve told you a thousand times in a thousand colors, I've even run out of insults for you. I haven't read your reviews in ages; in fact, I don't even read your comments anymore. I barely have time to read others' reviews, just one or two every now and then when I actually have time, but I certainly don't have time to engage in discussions about the albums they review (so I don’t comment either, as it’s pointless to just write "I don’t like it"). I barely have time to respond when my name is mentioned, and that’s because those are the only reviews I get email notifications for (since I never check the box, and from the ones I had checked back then, when I receive a new email, I unsubscribe from the review).

Ah, why do you think I should talk about Music with someone who considers "Born In The USA" the pinnacle of Rock N Roll? What's the point? Digestive-Laxative, Ironic-Surreal, Schizophrenic-Isolationist... what’s the point? I see no point, only your relentless cosmic pessimism in citing strangulations, closures within ourselves, and especially in your continuous insinuations. As I repeat, I don’t imply a thing, nor do I seek implied meanings; I read what's written, and this is the first time I read the term music from you in this review. I’ve only seen mention of a phantom "review" you speak of but that I don’t see, and so much, so much sadness and isolation from human relationships. And I feel disheartened, almost worse than with cabbage for dessert, when instead I’d love to have some cheese with my macaroni. I would conclude with an ohibò, which feels so much like Carlo Collodi vs Tangerine Dream.

I have just one, but listen to Salsa & Merengue, both of them and their partner. They have almost 1500 CDs of only Caribbean music. Stuff that when I go to their house to see my nephew and I see that beautiful shelf for CDs so stuffed with crap it almost makes me sick. Oh, sorry, Salsa & Merengue and '80s commercial music that reminds them of when they were teenagers: Cindy Lauper, Bananarama, Nick Kamen, Bronski Beat... in short, how to illegally occupy a gorgeous CD shelf. I half intend to ask for custody of my nephew, to spare him a childhood to the rhythm of Bachata. Poor thing.