Bartleboom

DeRank : 35,89
DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Cabrera Nessun rimorso
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5 forever, because with the attack you reminded me of the most beautiful review ever written on this site: Burzum/Aske - Burzum - Recensione di korn
Johnny Winter True To The Blues: The Johnny Winter Story
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A few years ago, for about a couple of months, I played with a guy who had a really strange guitar: it was basically just a neck and a pickup. Apparently, that guitar used to belong to Jhonny Winter, which was stolen during a tour in Italy. I believe there’s a name for this sort of thing. And I think that name is "receiving stolen goods." Just for the record: the guy was the worst player I’ve ever encountered in that land of tears and blood. It’s true that the guitar doesn’t make the guitarist...
Sentenced Shadows of the Past
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I belong to the party that preferred them dirty and bad rather than romantic and melodic. Just to be clear, in my opinion, they reached their peak with Amok, one of those albums difficult to classify, but that makes ideas, compositional variety, and, indeed, the fact of not being confined to the limits of a single genre its strength: tracks like "Forever Lost" remain absolute gems in the heavy landscape. I appreciated the subsequent albums less and less. The latest ones, in particular, with that bland production, that somewhat flamboyant singing, those unremarkable guitars, those ten-second solos just for the sake of it, have always left me completely indifferent, despite the fact that critics and the public liked them a lot. I confess I listened to this one very little at the time, mainly because I was never a culture of death tout court, with rare and deserving exceptions. Excellent review!
Christophe Honoré Ma Mère (My Mother)
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Seen in the cinema at the time of its release: it’s a sort of manifesto of the more or less involuntary ridiculous. You can't even count the laughter out loud and the ironic comments from those in the audience (except for yours truly, who spent much of the screening huffing and shaking his big head). It's a film that you can guess what it wants to say, but it says it so poorly that there are no excuses. You’re good as usual.
Azie Lawrence Pempelem
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And anyway, if I were you, I would stay calm. Probably by 5000 A.D., there will be computer archaeologists: the main archaeological sites will arise where once there were the servers of the websites. There, with our luck, someone will find a fossil in the shape of a banana head, that is, the portion of the de-database where the messages from Geenoo were saved, and the people of the future will wonder if we still lived in trees feeding on lice and the little Tarzans we picked off each other like gibbons. Or, if we’re lucky, they will find pages like this... :)
Azie Lawrence Pempelem
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What a beautiful page! I like the idea of starting from a single piece and telling a bit of a story. I’ll listen to it later. Well done!
Magellan Hour Of Restoration
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I’m sure I’ve listened to at least a couple of their albums (including, most likely, this one). I have vague but definitely positive memories. Excellent review, as always.
Plebeian Grandstand Lowgazers
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More or less the kind of reviews I always like to read around here. They might be a bit too chaotic for my current tastes. You’re amazing.
Storm{O} Sospesi Nel Vuoto Bruceremo In Un Attimo E Il Cerchio Sarà Chiuso
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To me, it seems that the real problem is somewhat the opposite. I mean: they sound amazing (the drummer is monstrous in some sections...), but all these continuous variations, changes in tempo, spratabadabensbrududu on one hand rock, but on the other hand they make it a bit hard to follow the thread of the discourse. Now, I don’t want to bring up any bullshit comparisons, but in some ways they remind me a bit of those prog bands that have to squeeze in the complicated passage, that have to fuck up the song structure otherwise they aren’t happy…
Elisa L' Anima Vola
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Listened to a couple of times. Musically, there is something good in there, because on the level of sounds, arrangements, and melodies, it seems that they've worked quite well, considering the Italian standards for this type of production (for example: the last Ligabue is unsettling in terms of production...). The problem is her: with Italian, all her compositional limits in terms of lyrics come out (Un filo di seta seems to be composed with Google Translate) and her timbre, by now, has become so shrill, nasal, and I don’t know what other adjective to use, that it sounds annoying. It's a shame because she has managed to show some good stuff over the years.