Bartleboom

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DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
The Gods Genesis
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Nice review. I keep a proper distance from the album.
Travis Scott Astroworld
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The cover, on the other hand, I don’t mind. It’s disorienting, gaudy, and self-celebratory in a curious way that I can't help but appreciate. The review is really very good: after reading it, I went to get the album, and as I’m writing this, I’m listening to it. And, considering the genre, we’re in the realm of science fiction. Well done.
Metallica Wherever I May Roam
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I have always struggled immensely to keep my appreciation for the many beautiful things done musically by this group separate from the visceral disdain I feel for its two leaders. Fortunately, age has brought me to a delightful indifference, and today I couldn't care less about either of those things, with the style and elegance that always define me. Anyway, this is also a nice piece of metal rock, with rather decent drumming. The real problem is that it’s all just too clean, too precise, perfectly in its place. If they had really had the guts, they should have called it "Wherever I may suffer," slowed it down to the limits of human tolerance, made a Lovecraftian cosmic doom arrangement, with a touch of lyricism—the ideal meeting point between Yob and My Dying Bride/Candlemass: solemn and relentless in its pace, rotten in its sounds, and theatrical in its interpretation. Instead, my wife knows this band too, and her favorite group is Coldplay.
J.K. Rowling Harry Potter e la maledizione dell'erede
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This has never inspired me (although reading your review piqued my interest just a tiny bit). I’d love for Rowling to start a completely new saga, perhaps set in a dystopian futuristic setting. In short, something different. Anyway, I’m always on the lookout for children’s literature. I tried with the Mortal Engines saga, but to be honest, I struggled to get through the first book and have no interest in reading the second. If anyone has anything to recommend, I’ll note it down with a razor blade on my chest.
Coma_cose Jugoslavia
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A few weeks ago, these, with the story of the thunderstorm, brought a smile to my face while I was stuck in traffic. I didn't delve deeper because, as you know, I only listen to twelve-tone stuff. I also wanted to say that my absolute favorite song by Battisti is Anonimo from Anima Latrina. Sending a kiss on the meatus to the usual incorruptibles. I hope you all continue to caress yourselves as much and as often as I do. Maybe even a little less than I do.
Deafheaven Ordinary Corrupt Human Love
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The review totally blew my mind, but maybe it's just that I don't know you as a user and a writer. My fault for being away for too long. I only know Roads To Judah, which still carries some really cool atmospheres after all these years and has an excellent balance between brutality (but not too much) in the black metal and the love for "cazzo in bocca" typical of post-rock. Great album, that one. Maybe a bit too simple and predictable in its solutions, even "commercial" in some ways, but it had some beautiful soundscapes and a nice grandeur. I didn't even know this one was out. After your page, I went to read some other reviews, and it’s not that they speak very highly of it. But I trust you more. I don't know why.
Andrés Muschietti It
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Seen (with just a tiny bit of delay). If I start weighing films and books with a scale, I could go on forever. So I’ll try to talk only about the film. Which I didn’t dislike, but it felt like it alternated between some really cool moments (the garage scene with the giant IT, but also the bathroom scene) and others where the quality drops steeply. The most striking example is the stone-throwing scene: it’s a particularly important moment in the story, as it marks Mike’s entry into the losers' club and represents the first true act of "unity is strength" against Bowers and, therefore, against IT. Yet it’s wrapped up in a scene that’s frankly poorly shot, and more than that, in a completely unsuitable setting. More generally, it seems to me that Muschietti has also fallen into the typical mistake of cinematic adaptations of King’s novels: simplifying, subtracting (and that’s fine), and didacticizing (and that’s really wrong). IT repeatedly saying "I want fear" every other minute and the losers from halfway through the film repeating "You don't scare me" feels like it was thrown in just to make the film palatable to my sister who reads Fabio Volo or, in any case, to the general audience we have to make sure understands something; otherwise, fat chance they’ll come to see part 2 next year.
Planet Funk Non Zero Sumness
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In the summer of 2002, Who Said allowed me to rest my glans on an unfathomable number of female buttocks. My entrance to the nightclub was flanked by bouncers whose eyes reflected both respect and emotion. I remember fathers personally bringing me their daughters, asking me to honor them with the support of what has since remained known across the Tuscan Riviera as "The Purple Sceptre." For this alone, I must give the club its due credit.
Sleep The Sciences
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As it sounds, I can almost say it's their best. Or, at least, it's the one I like the most musically. Holy Mountain is the new testament, Dopesmoker is an exercise in cult. In both cases, a purely musical aspect is joined by another "conceptual" one, linked to the role these albums play for the genre and for the recreation of the Sabbathian canon. This, on the other hand, has a compositional level that is off the charts compared to what the scene offers. It's like Real Madrid always playing at home in the kids' league: with the same ideas, any other stoner doom band would have produced 3 albums. I'm listening to it a lot because there's just "so much to listen to." Beautiful.
Cory Barlog God of War
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In fact, it has notable narrative peaks, moments of pure lyricism, without ever forgetting the typical gore ignorance of the saga. It’s strange how the evolution of video games has somehow followed the growth and maturation of those of my generation, born at the cusp between the late 70s and the first half of the 80s: we started with the two-dimensional platformers of our childhood, then moved on to Japanese role-playing games during our teenage years when we weren’t getting laid (perhaps precisely because of those Japanese RPGs in an epic short circuit that for years convinced us that we could only fight with furious masturbation), first-person shooters in our 20s and 30s with the advent of online multiplayer, and now that we’ve settled down, we engage in adventures accompanied by coming-of-age stories (I’m also thinking of The Last of Us). This is a game written, conceived, and created by family men to tickle the most sensitive strings of other family men; just look at the scene where Kratos "Teaches" Atreus to drink. Moreover, it has some beautiful one-liners (of course in English), like at the beginning when the little bugger messes up the arrow shot and says, "I'm sorry," and Kratos replies, "Don't be sorry. Be better." It’s just a pity they couldn’t also include the giant monsters from the other chapters.