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Voto:
and your review is a series of insults to music; if this is the Everest of rock n roll, Jimi Hendrix will be very happy living in the plains, far away from certain idiots like Bruss.
Voto:
The most worthless rock record I've ever heard, dull, monotonous, derivative, repetitive, utterly useless, so simple that it takes a fool to appreciate it, and what's even worse, it’s going to piss me off and continue to do so for years. More than an album, it's a curse, truly hateful, a piece of garbage on all fronts. This is a flat zero record.
Voto:
I'm going with the default.
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Good job Bathory, switch to Townsend and drop the true metal :D / I like this as much as the others, according to many it’s definitely inferior (see Moon)
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Kosmo, I grew up with their first album and the myth of John Holmes. And now I'm a cool guy; those who grew up with the Skiantos are just poseur punk losers without girls... I am the living proof of Elio's superiority over FreakcoglionazzoAntoni, only the PPB from that movement is worth saving.
Voto:
Easy, find me a group like the Elii... there isn't one, so this already shows personality and originality. Skintos Squallor and Paolino Paperino Band are instead very similar, so less personality and originality. Their being Vuoti, as you say, is their uniqueness, their difference, their originality, their customization. And do you know why there’s no one like them? BECAUSE it’s DIFFICULT TO DO WHAT THEY DO, incredibly difficult.
Voto:
""I want to ask you a question... have you noticed that... I’m a little man? I need to ask you another one... HAAAI LEEE MENSSTTRUUAAAZIONNNNIIIIIIIIIIII?"" <-- I would play it before soccer matches as a national anthem.
Voto:
Woman, a stronghold when the flow is more abundant, playful when it’s fitting, or the little master of a never-tamed clitoris, at the cry of "Hah ggh aaaa ssi'iii". But I'd like to ask you a question: have you noticed that I’m a little guy? And I’d like to ask you another: are you on your period? Protagonist of your time, protagonist of your sexuality. Protagonist of your time, protagonist of your sexuality. Little women, big lips; little man will appreciate big lips. I might not reproduce, but your fallopian tubes will resonate. Protagonist of your cotton sausage.
Voto:
You, five days of sadness and then you run towards life.
You, - me? - with your parachute, you dive into flight and go - what the hell do you want? -: you land in the garden at home, then you move confidently and fresh as on a spring morning.
In your little room, there’s a gentleman operating the press on your little cotton friends who are calling for help, but he steals them from you and leaves. You cry and chase after your soft, tender, drenched tampons for the hairy pussy.

And from today, you can also find your tampons for the hairy pussy in the magnum pack of eighty pieces; its beautiful soft cigars. But I’d like to ask you a question: have you noticed that I’m a little man? And I’d like to ask you another one: are you menstruating? Shh. Sleep now. It’s all over. Protagonist of your time, protagonist of your sexuality. Being a woman today, living the marvel of your monthly cycle with confidence. Being a woman today, aspiring to the role that history owes you: that of a likable, chatty, unpredictable helmsman of a withdrawal projected towards the sea of the two thousand shouting “Damn it, right now.” Being a woman today, no longer just a baby-maker, but sweet and stubborn creator of your children. Like Loretta Goggi in La Freccia Nera, or in Maledetta Primavera, autonomous mind.
Voto:
Well, you have to take the context surrounding a great player to define him as such. For example, I take the worst player from Juve, throw him into Serie C to play with Baraccalugo, and he stays there for his entire career. From a "chicken of Juve," he will become the "God of Baraccalugo." In Italy, since '79, we have only had crap, so we are the musical Baraccalugo, and the Elii are our Great Scorer. I think that if the Elii end up at a festival where Terri Bozzio is playing with Dave Holland and Wayne Shorter, they stand there silent, meek, and bow down, but when they play with the Afterhours and Verdena, they have every right, indeed the duty, to point out that they are 7 km ahead of the rest. Of course, I’m not comparing Faso to Jaco Pastorius (Kappa, you forgot to mention him, THE MOST SBORONE in the history of music; few can say they died showing off), eh, I’m not exaggerating to that extent.