Mr_Iko

I've never been able to stand that typical "gargle" of the Irish, common to all, but really all, Irish singers. For me, Ireland is Guinness and "uisce beatha" (water of life) Jameson or Bushmills... Ahhhh, Whiskey (with the typically Irish "e")!!!

You see, man from the south, don't get mad at me, I'm more than libertarian (and libertine, hehehe!), both in methods and principles, but your 4 stars out of five next to the 4 stars out of five I gave to Herbie Hancock, which is superior to the three stars out of five for Cicciput, makes me think a bit. Actually, it makes me curse a bit. Please, though, don't respond with "de gustibus non est disputandum," because that is truly bad... taste! Who knows, maybe I'm just being prejudiced. Cheers.

Kosmo, that was from the "Jungle Book"... I always sing it to the little cousins, so they fall asleep and don't break the balls. I like kids. Other people's kids, though, because when I go home I leave them right where they are and I don't have to hear them whine anymore...

Just a few crumbs are enough for you, the bare essentials and you can forget about your ailments; after all, the minimum is enough, if only you knew how easy it is to find that little bit you need to get by.
I like to wander, but wherever I am, I feel at home; up there, the bees make their honey for me, if I look under a stone I'll find ants, and then I'll eat them. Near you, that little bit you need, you can find, you can find.

Teskyo, there are now six and a half billion people in the world. You really had to come here to fuck with us?

"Fuck progressive, a whore kicked in the ass by punk fury - God bless her - but not before stuffing us with all their mental wankery and symphonies lasting three quarters of an hour." No, I can't let that slide. Okay, it’s all a game of irony that brings everything to a "grotesque" level, but I can't digest that sentence. Not at all. So, summum ius - summa iniuria, you also get a grade:

In fact, I thought it was a joke. I was stunned when I realized it was a seriously written review (by seriously, I mean "the opposite of as a joke"). But so it is, everyone has their own tastes. There are those who enjoy beech trees, those who savor their own urine with urine therapy, and those who listen to the Sanremo CD... Go figure who's right and who's wrong!

I wonder: what does the phrase "the tempos are not absurdly fast and it’s not all as rotten as one might immediately expect from a band proposing this genre" mean if it's not related to a genre expressed as a corollary of the review? If you don’t explicitly refer to which musical area (I don’t really like the term genre) these famous Fleshgrind are associated with (what a disgusting name is "flesh grinder"? Come on!!!), how can we engage with the notions you enlighten us with? Matteo, it's not meanness; it's just that as a reviewer, up until now, you've been pathetic. Yes, you're really pathetic. Finish elementary school before reviewing again.

Anyway Teskyo, you need to be more relaxed, you know? With urine therapy, you only have to treat your stomach ache. If you keep insisting on using it to cure your bad breath, the girls will keep avoiding you. Don't get angry and continue with the urine therapy: they say drinking urine works wonders.

For Josi_: Yes, John was already at the mercy of drugs for quite some time by the time of P.O.B. Even back in the days of Indra and Keiserkeller in Hamburg with the FabFour, the boy was using amphetamines and drowning himself in alcohol to cope with the cold of that little room next to the bathrooms of the "Bambi Kino," a red-light cinema in the land of gangsters, sleazy sailors, and prostitutes. John has often recounted that during his first stay in Germany, he and the others tried to wash themselves in the women’s bathroom sink at the cinema (which was cleaner than the men's), but that it was impossible due to 1. the stinky piss of old German “frau” who had finished their “evening shift” 2. the small sink only allowed for shaving and washing one’s face (but with that smell...). As for Yoko, I don’t know what the truth is, suspended between third-party accounts and legend. I don't know if it was really her who caused the breakup of the group. But I know that she inspired John with incredible thoughts and the sweetest declarations of love. And that’s enough for me. I'm not upset with her because "she took John away from us and broke up the Beatles." I'm upset with her because she capitalized on it.