Mr_Iko

DeRank : 0,96
DeAge™ : 8580 days • Here since 12 december 2002
Slayer Reign In Blood
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Priore, you really come across as a big loser, but I won't say it, I'll keep it to myself.
Puddle of Mudd Come Clean
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He he he, what a madhouse!
A Perfect Circle Thirteenth Step
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I have also read that they were unengaging, tired, strained. Maybe it's just prejudice? Who knows, I hope the kids are having a great time...
Peter Gabriel UP
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Ok, hi.
The Stooges Funhouse
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for iggy: go check out the elektra website, their record label... How dare you, coming to me, who grew up on bread and iggy james jewel, to say such things?
Hüsker Dü Warehouse: Songs and Stories
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The Clash weren't punk? Maybe they didn't have the mohawk, but to say they weren't punk... What do you think about the "anarchy tour" alongside the Sex P? What would you say if I told you that the raw punk sound of White Riot, Complete Control, and Remote Control are the symbols of social and political commitment of a generation? Punk isn't just a musical genre; it's something more. As a friend of mine from Lugano said to me: "punk is tough face, tough balls, and a tender heart." I've never heard a description of punk so spot on, and I've never received a more beautiful compliment.
The Stooges Funhouse
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The band's third album, reuniting after their breakup due to James's addiction, undergoes, unlike the previous two, a remarkable "sonic expansion" due to the production handled by a "certain" David Robert Jones, better known to most as D.B., and will turn out to be much more intimate and polished, less "rough," less spontaneous and animalistic, but still outstanding.
The Stooges Funhouse
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wanna, sorry
The Stooges Funhouse
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Anyway, you ABSOLUTELY have to listen to the band's previous self-titled album, featuring eight songs suspended between violence and complete surrender to the high: unforgettable "i wanna be your dog," unforgettable some passages of Viola by John Cale...
The Stooges Funhouse
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James Jewel Osterberg perfectly embodies the "Curse" that afflicts the soul of a rocker like me. Seven tracks, all memorable. Steven Mac Kay's saxophone is the wild card. In my opinion, you can also sense a lot of improvisation; I don’t think everything was conceived “on paper.” Well, what can I say: ROCK'N'ROLL! And then more ROCK'N'ROLL! And ROCK'N'ROLL! R'n'R until I completely collapse, drenched in sweat and exhausted on the ground after screaming at the top of my lungs the addiction-laced litanies of James Jewel, born on the same day as me (roughly, a few hours earlier), the man who lived the life I wish I had lived.