Bartleboom

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DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Motörhead Bomber
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Anyway, the good Bleak has been somewhat too bullied for that punk reference. Blame it on my usual November bubonic influence, but lately I've read Lemmy's biography, and it turns out that there are plenty of connections with the emerging punk scene, at least in the early years. For instance, Lemmy was friends with Sid Vicious and—something I was completely unaware of—he briefly played bass for the Damned. On the other hand, his experience as a roadie with Hendrix (which I confess has always seemed like a really cool thing to me) is significantly downplayed. I'm not saying that punk made a fundamental contribution to the sound, but Lemmy certainly shared the London of the late '70s with many characters and bands from that scene, and I believe that drawing a clear line between punk and Motörhead is mistaken.
Matt Groening Disenchantment
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They truly have to recognize with great reluctance that it is really bad. It’s incredibly boring, and the successful jokes can be counted - generously - on the fingers of one hand. The characters are poorly developed. The elf, in particular, is difficult to understand what role he is supposed to play: in the first episode, he seems to represent the benevolent counterpart to Luci, but then he turns out to be a drunken lecher as well, while the demon discovers his positive side far too often from the start. A few vaguely intriguing insights can be found with a lantern (e.g., the incestuous hint between Hansel & Gretel), but overall, there’s no plot, no ideas; it feels as if the subject was never developed into a proper screenplay. Even the character design is really too rough, and let’s not even talk about the animations: to find perspectives so glaringly off, you have to go back to the early seasons of The Simpsons. The last episode has a hint of spark, a timid little twist in the story, but it’s truly too little to raise it above a severe deficiency. I am sincerely astonished...
Tony Iommi Iron man. Il mio viaggio tra paradiso & inferno con i Black Sabbath
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Personally, it didn't blow me away. Coupled with a really questionable translation in many parts, it’s a very flat book: mostly, it’s a list of facts and anecdotes (most of them entertaining, but some told with the enthusiasm of a crossword puzzle), from which emotions rarely emerge. The entire creative/compositional phase is reduced to "while others were at the pub, I was in the studio writing riffs and in the end we released Volume 4." Then, by all means, it's still intriguing to learn so many behind-the-scenes stories that one perhaps didn't know (for example, I didn't know that the crappy sound of Born Again was due to the breaking of a speaker cone), but what is completely missing is an acceptable level of writing, a narrative that could truly be defined as such, something that goes beyond "Vinny played like tuum-pa tuum-pa, but I liked Bill more with his strutututum-padaban": it sounds like the transcription of a video interview.
Dodi Battaglia D'assolo
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My guitar teacher adored him and tried for years to get me to appreciate him in every way possible. As for musical taste, he's never really blown me away, but technically he's quite solid. By his own admission, he made a precise choice, stripping down the virtuosity and aiming for a more "popular" sound, with catchier melodies. This has always left me somewhat perplexed: the idea of a musician who, by choice, decides to play with the brake on doesn't excite me. I would be very curious to hear this album...
Jonathan Safran Foer Molto forte, incredibilmente vicino
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Ohhhh, this review... but above all, ohhhh, this book! How young and muscular I was. In the meantime, Foer took only 12 years to write another novel ("Here I Am"), which I read last spring. It's not that it's a bad book. It's just that I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone I truly care about.
Guè Pequeno Il ragazzo d'oro
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Hey, since we’re here, I’ll take advantage of the anonymity this fantastic site for information and music culture offers to ask something I’ve never had the courage to ask the friends at the little bar: does the whole first verse/delirium of Caneda, the one about white marble, white ceiling, white Nike mustache, etc., have some hidden meaning, accessible only to those in the scene or the genre? Or is it just something that someone entered the room high as a kite and wrote something that will be studied in schools 400 years from now like "Guido, I would like you and Lapo Elkan and me, etc, etc"? Come on, for god's sake, enlighten me to misery!!!!!!!
Medeski Martin and Wood Friday Afternoon in the Universe
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What a beautiful review (which pairs well with the one currently on the page, which I read, that brought me here, and that as soon as I finish my morning round on my pornhub profiles, I'll go comment on). I really love the way you write. I want to try these.
Matt Groening Disenchantment
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Everywhere it's said that the early episodes are actually quite weak, but that the series picks up well in the season finale. In any case, I'll watch it because Groening still has a lot of credit with me: when he started Futurama, I immediately dismissed it as a boring and uninspired trash, but over the years it reached some very high narrative peaks, and I still find myself rewatching certain episodes with considerable delight.
Essie Jain We Made This Ourselves
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It's a page that lingers more on the sensations and images that the record evokes and inspires, and perhaps somewhat forgets to talk about the music that the album contains. However, as far as I'm concerned, that's fine anyway: it's important to intrigue the listener and to be read with attentiveness.
Slayer Raining Blood
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These reviews, not even on well-known albums but even on well-known songs (in this case not even released as singles, which is why it wasn't present in the database, and in my opinion you were wrong to add it), are garbage. Conceptually and materially. They serve you, who write them and evidently feel the need to write something and publish it here (by the way, in this case, the usual old soup that's been “extreme,” “aggressive,” “violent” for 30 years), not those who read them. But you do as you please, because in the end that's a bit of the secret to living a hundred years.