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In my home, "Drone" is called that way because it is the name of a musical movement and/or scene called "Drone-Doom." Anyone who says, "I do Drone," means they are doing "Drone-Doom." If they do it with a perforated pot, they will make experimental low-frequency music, yes, but it is not "Drone-Doom," it does not participate in the live shows organized by Southern Lord, and it is not part of the "Drone-Doom" scene. They might achieve a similar result, or even an identical one, but they are not part of the scene and do not do "Doom." If you talk to masters of Tabla, Sitar & Tampura, no matter how great musicians they are, they don’t understand a thing about Doom. Drone Doom is made with Bass & Guitar; otherwise, you are not part of the scene, you are doing other things, not Drone-Doom. This is not a crime, nor a virtue, just a fact without a lot of fuss.
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I only of Baroque, only Rocco. Too little Fashion, that’s old-fashioned. More baroque, come on, put in more effort, more baroque.
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Flying Saucer. Stuff that goes beyond human comprehension. Flying Saucer: cult and religion. I am, you are, Flying Saucer... it is.
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90% of people, myself included, knew them because of Mike Patton (except for those living in California who saw them live in small venues). In fact, I would be inclined to give it a 1, but I won’t. I won’t because I don’t hold value in such ratings since I tend to overly Bunglize things; I’m a fanatic, and I never agree with a review of the Bungle. And you, super... I’ll repeat: you’re a Baldracca, it’s Christmas, so don’t take it the wrong way... so again: Baldracca. There you go. This is worth as much as Aenima, if not more. Disco Volante, I mean, Disco Volante. As in: Disco Volante. Aenima, masterpiece but... Disco Volante. Nuvenia pocket, sure thing, and let’s go.
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I preferred to delve into the Circulus, I didn’t think they had made so many. I've noted them down and as soon as I have some time, I’ll look for some reviews.
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But I give a three to what, if you haven't heard it? You're doing it on purpose to hurt me, to make me jealous. Slut.
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Maybe I've listened to it a few million times, but I find it absolutely "sense". It took me five or six years since it was released, and I bought it when I still understood little, but it's all sense; maybe it needs to be listened to a million times, so maybe you're right. I would want to give it a 1 for that "side-project of Mike Patton," which is really something I hate reading everywhere. Mr. Bungle was a band formed in the mid-‘80s, where a young kid named Mike Patton sang along with many other brilliant people. They weren't a side-project; above all, they weren't a Patton band; yes, Patton sang, but they weren't his. I would want to give it a 1 because you didn't mention even once the true mastermind behind this masterpiece, named Trey Spruance, who played guitar, sax, keyboards, and samplers here, and wrote most of the pieces along with Trevor Dunn. In the end, the review is nice; it just becomes awful because this is Patton's record where Patton is the least present.
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I saw them more than once, the last time at a New Year's Eve party in a fancy North African hotel; there were quite a few, and they were very distinctive. Then I saw one this summer as well, but he was alone, and in a black outfit: less distinctive.
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This is the record with the most powerful production I have ever heard. The windows shake even if you play it on the stereo won with points from the Girella. On a serious sound system, it's an unconventional weapon. Truly a masterclass in production for everyone.
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You're the best, no doubt about it.