Mr_Iko

Okay, that’s enough now. Peace Rocky. I just ask you one favor: if you want to see the valleys, climb to the top of the mountain. If you want to see the top of the mountain, lift yourself above the clouds. But if you want to understand the clouds, close your eyes and think. You can't understand the clouds just by seeing them from the top of the mountain. You can't judge me merely through a comment. Peace Again (THX H:A:L:)

I go against the grain: I don’t like how you open and close the review, but it is what it is, don't worry about it, I’m just a bit more picky... what can I say about Jaco that hasn't already been said and isn't too elementary? I can say that, despite his painfully tragic demise, my dear, if you find an ignorant person telling you that his soul is as perishable as his body, respond by saying that the flower dies but the seeds remain alive. This is the law of God. His seeds remain in our musical universe and are scattered in diaspora everywhere.

Maybe I don't love this record because it's beautiful, but it's beautiful because I love it. But in the end: who the hell cares, anyway... I'M ALIVE!

Majestic record. Simply beautiful. And when shock the monkey starts... like a butterfly fluttering freely in the sky searching for a flower to land on, I dive into desperate dancing evolutions that, though pathetic in form, lead me back to the true essence of my existence: and I tell myself... DAMN! I'M ALIVE! I'M ALIVE!

Seen at the Festa dell'Unità in Modena. A few words: beautiful! Amazing when he mocked the Italians who didn’t understand what the hell he was saying and echoed him, incredible when he ridiculed Spears and Aguilera (Luciano, don't tell me you didn't recognize them... he always does the interlude where he says "let's see what's on the radio..."). Fantastic when he started saying "go fatty, go" or "how the hell do you do that?" etc... Absolutely incredible! A show that goes beyond... perhaps too far for too many people!

There was no need to repeat for the umpteenth time that I’m a braggart, an egocentric, a hothead... so what changes in the end? Many have already told me this, I assure you. And I continue to not give a damn and to follow my own path. I HAVE MY IDEAS AND I DON’T LOWER MYSELF TO RECYCLE THE THOUGHTS OF OTHERS, 'PITO? Was it really necessary to write: your friend doesn’t understand much about this stuff? Did you REALLY need to tell me that you wipe your ass with my comments? Do you think this attitude has changed my mind? I will forever repeat the teachings of my great Si-Fu: The intellect is not an extensive magnitude, but an intensive one: therefore, a single individual can easily oppose ten thousand, and an assembly of a thousand imbeciles does not make a serious person. You can stay in or out of that assembly. The choice is yours. Respectfully, never hear from you again, dear jerk.

As usual, I’m posting a comment (I don’t know much about this musical branch - I hate the term "genre" - and I trust those who I believe know a lot, like my friend Folle, whom I know personally and I AM SURE is a living bible on electronics, while for me Rocky is a nickname about which I know absolutely nothing), I’m posting a comment - I was saying - in which I clearly stated that I don’t own it (even though I essentially share its contents) and the usual rude (to be precise: IMPOLITE) person attacks me personally. Did you understand why debaser stinks? Did you realize why the effort isn’t worth it? If you’ve got something against me (as is clearly evident from your miserable comment), dear Rocky, write to me privately and we’ll talk about it. But don’t overshadow the importance of the comments to tell me things that a thousand others have already said before (and of which, frankly, I don’t care).

To tell you about this CD, I'm copying and pasting an email from Umico, to whom I had sent the CD in question. Fortunately, I’m not the only one who thinks so... Enjoy the reading:... "Skinny Puppy, if you give me another CD like this, I’m going to hit you; you need to buy me a drink to make up for it!! Unlistenable, a mix of Industrial in the style of Young Gods (but not even remotely related), some melodies reminiscent of Aphex Twin (I hope Richard D. James never reads this comparison), ultimately, very cringeworthy. I stopped before the inevitable slow song (I sincerely hope they didn’t include a slow one, otherwise, it would drive me to despair, because I’ve already reached the ‘let's shoot them’ phase!!!!!!!!)
To do you a favor, I first made the CD unlistenable by treating it with some acids, then I burned it and scattered the ashes directly onto my feces before flushing, of course, after I flushed, I also gave a good spray of bleach to kill any remaining germs; not satisfied, I proceeded to change the toilet and called a sewage company for the drains.
We should be safe."

Ziggy Stardust is the pinnacle of artistic expression that a musician can achieve.

Because if you knew the motto "Rem tene, verba sequentur" (master the subject, the words will follow), perhaps you would have done it differently...