Fiammy

I forgot.

I love the album so much, Killer Queen is brilliant, just like the transition between Lap of the Gods and Stone Cold Crazy.
Dear ...f*ck... and Mr_Iko, is it possible that every time you write you are as venomous as two vipers and always end up saying the same things with your pretentious, self-satisfied, and annoying air? Just so you know, you are not making a good impression at all. I really can't understand your way of expressing yourself with fuck every five words and this unjustified aggression.
If you have to make your liver that bitter over reviews on a site, at least GET PAID, get yourself a well-sponsored site that can pay for the treatments you’ll need for your upcoming nervous breakdowns. This way, you'll also be sure that no one will contradict you, what do you think, do you like the idea?

Jim Morrison, I see you’re full of topics, congratulations.

So, I warn you that I’m about to listen to this album. By the way, I had also listened to Venus in Furs and I didn’t like that either. Heroin for about ten times and I couldn't wait for it to end; it's quite a long drag, isn't it? A matter of taste. Anyway, after I’ll know exactly what it's about. Drowse is infinitely better than Heroin. This is clear, in my opinion, and without the support of the great know-it-all (the know-it-alls are those who in the end don’t know a damn thing) Scaruffi.

Alfredo, listen to Queen. There are less impressive albums, but also absolute masterpieces, like Innuendo, indeed. The reason there are more comments here is that many people come to vote without having listened to the album, just to express the idea of Queen they've read from someone else, or because they've heard a couple of songs that are overplayed by the media.

Great review, Peppe! You were very thorough and expressed feelings that are hard to put into words. The album is the BEST of all those I have ever listened to.

Just to mention one: Drowse
It's the sad-eyed goodbye
Yesterday's moments I remember
It's the bleak street week-kneed partings
I recall
It's the mistier mists, the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't too hard

I don't like to repeat myself, but you haven't understood my speech. When I read these learned pages on Debaser, I always find the same terms that mean nothing and clutter the web pages of critics or know-it-alls who don't have a kaiser to do. I mean: "this sucks: it's baroque!" or "this is genius because it's minimalist." For me, these judgments have absolutely nothing objective about them, except for the ease with which they spread among people who listen to this elite music. For me, you could also not write these things, because, I repeat, they add nothing. Perhaps it would be better to have a page that discusses the musical structure of a song in a strict sense rather than all these empty discourses. Then, you can't throw the stone and withdraw your hand, because first you propose comparisons and then: "That said, the comparison with Baudelaire was to highlight the affinities of the poetics; comparing a poet to a musician makes no sense not because one is better than the other regardless, but because they are different things." I don't find all this affinity in the poetics. Perhaps you say it only because the Velvet movement is a derivation of decadence? I don't understand. At this point, even your arguments make no sense, since you claim that objective beauty does not exist and that one must immerse oneself in the cultural environment in which the work matures. Why should I consider the Velvet better than other artists? P.S. – I don't like the lyrics of "Heroin," they're incredibly banal; I see nothing genius in them. They haven't invented anything at all. There are too many lyrics that I consider better. If you want, I can make you a list for next time. Anyway, there are quite a few names. But really a lot! P.S. – Now explain to me why "Heroin" would be a good text.

Baudelaire could care less about the pleasantness of music; he was a poet! "Le chat Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoreux ; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et ton dos élastique, Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir De palper ton corps électrique, Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard, Comme le tien, aimable bête, Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard, Et, des pieds jusques à la tête, Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum, Nagent autour de son corps brun." This is one of his most charming poems. I can assure you that, however, recited in French, it is a true delight for the ears... it's like a cat purring. There is an abyss between Baudelaire and Reed.

Because when the heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
I thank God, I'm better off than if I were dead!
I thank your God that I'm not conscious
I thank God that I don't give a damn anymore
And I admit that I really know nothing
And I admit that I really know nothing
And this would be Baudelaire's grandson?????? Look, it's the same difference between eating and just watching!
I reject the Velvet because they are unbearable, I don't care if they are avant-garde! I don't care about all the chatter about Warhol and the banana! First comes the aesthetic judgment, which for music is very different from both visual arts and literature. Then I can also open the vast horizons of cultural interconnections... But the essence of a song cannot lie in that, the beauty! Which for music, in my opinion, is also and above all the pleasure of listening, of falling in love with a particular passage, not just empty justificatory chatter!