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Alright, I hope to write better than the nonetheless great Matteo_brutal. Of course, he’s funnier... But does the date of the review refer to the "publication" or when it was sent?

Tell me, do the dwarfs have the right of life and death over the reviews?

just him, you know the story of the imbecile because he’s powerless...

I sent, or at least I think I did, a review a few days ago, but it must have gotten lost forever in the net... at least I think so, because I think I sent it on the 2nd. Is that normal, or did I mess something up and I won't see it again? It was written in a rush, and I didn't even save it...

Hey Zion (or Eneathedevil, or Lordsandreik, whoever is there right now), can you explain something to me about the site?

Curiosity, how much time passes between writing a review and the moment of its birth? And what happens to it in the meantime?

Last thing: I’m sending you the lyrics of a song that expresses my thoughts better than my thousand twists of words: it’s by Arivo, written for Take That but it also fits Oasis, especially the part about "ass in the cellar":
TAKE DEATH
Nunzio Fabrizio is a chubby guy who shows off on television with Paolo Mancini, his best buddy, they’re tearing up all the evenings in Montefiascone. Paolo Mancini and Nunzio Fabrizio, the day of judgment will come for you too @#!Take Death!#@ Nunzio Fabrizio hosts a music show on a regional TV. Paolo Mancini reads the messages and talks to the viewers who call in live to ask for the Take That songs from evening till morning while a bunch of bands are getting their ass kicked in the cellar. Meanwhile, Auard, Geson, Gheri, and Robbi are at home counting their money @#Take Death!#@ Olè, olè. Nunzio Fabrizio has a belly that the camera is in the other room. They broadcast it, but to see it you need a satellite just for that. Nunzio Fabrizio feels like a wedge, quicker than the viewers that call in live. Much respect to those who made it, to those who, in one way or another, turned things around. Maybe he wants to be like the Italian Boys - alcohol, sex, candy, and airplanes. If we had a myth it was Jello Biafra, but looking at these guys, we’re really envious because we are good, amazing, and perfect, better than GIOVANNI LINDO FERRETTI. We finally understood it’s not for us or for anyone better: it’s a fortune not to know anyone - NEVER WITH SANREMO OR EVEN WITH NOISE @#!Take Death!#@ Nunzio Fabrizio takes no chances. You can pass on the Take That to us; it’ll never happen. I guess Nunzio Fabrizio has really stuck it in his ass because he has a secure job. But you will all die… you will perish, and so to us, the fifteen-year-olds, beautiful in the flower of their youth, yes, yes, Take Death Take Death Take Death Take Death Olè.

It's true, I put the words of carpet burn in your mouth, but the discourse on snobbery doesn't change: I agree with many things you say about Jeff Buckley (melodramatic tone, catchy pop melodies), but if you used the same yardstick for Oasis, where would that leave them? It's simply pop, with no other pretension than to entertain for an afternoon, no kind of exploration... Then, if you like them because they remind you of "someone or something," to quote FerrettiGiovanniLindo, that's your thing... in short, you’re praising pop and glam (your ranking) and using Lester Bangs to show that you’ve studied and to defend a band that, like millions of others, puts a melodic riff after a melodic chorus after a melodic bridge...

And the cause of Bangs' death was precisely the Human League album... jests aside, Bangs was a music critic and reviewed records, and the fact that he had to listen to so many commercial albums is tied to the job, something as inevitable as a cold for someone who simply LIVES. But I know that his tastes were different: Velvet Underground, Beefheart, Van Morrison, Mingus, Can, Amon Düül, Clash, PiL... in short, not exactly the lineup for Festivalbar. You say you know Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Lanegan, and place them behind Oasis and Blur? I highly doubt that two ignorant people (in a musical sense, only knowing Top of the Pops bands), arrogant (two hooligans, basically), and unfathomably presumptuous could produce a musical work that is not only fundamental, but at least worthy: and not even amusing: if I want a fun record, I put on "Fire of Love" by the Gun Club or "Surfer Rosa" by the Pixies, not certainly Whatever or Wonderwall. You yourself say they are the symbol of shallowness and intellectual emptiness, but if you then give a 5 to one of their albums, you're the one being snobbish. So, to extremes, I say: what’s the point of building a musical culture, of developing an artistic consciousness: long live "gelato al cioccolato, dolce un po' salato" by Pupo, everyone dance to Gasolina! I got it: I’ll stop getting hung up on art and philosophy, I'll drop my band and start one with my brother, making sure to bust his teeth every now and then, and reminding myself that I need to say the word "fottuto" more often than the most basic metalhead...

Dear Francis, can you tell me what your favorite albums are? And this one is clearly one of them, unless you have the habit of giving 5/5 to any record...
p.s. read the comment on the review of J. Buckley.