Mr.Moustache

Elementary (in every sense), right? Bye.

A CHAOSA: dear, you must listen to Muse, YOU MUST! Especially if you like them or find them catchy! And YOU MUST tell me to go fuck myself if what I write or listen to literally disgusts you! But there's one thing that I think happens often when listening to bands (especially if those are the only ones you listen to) that are super popular: you become dull (blind). And A LOT, compared to reality, and how ALBUMS (I'll avoid saying CDs or else they'll tear me apart) are produced, not to mention who and to what extent the "proceeds" of such presumed art are translated. I'm a poor idiot, seriously! You can insult me or put me in my place however you want, and I'll wag my tail, but it's obvious: Muse have nothing left to say. Not even if you shook them like a piggy bank (and even then, you'd hear some jingling). Now, I'll say this in a way that's understandable to every peaceful REBELDIANO: feel free to listen to Muse, I'm a jerk, probably those who listen to them experience orgasms, or maybe not. There you have it. Good night to all (those who took an anti-rabbit, excluding me of course... right, Rebeld?) ;)

Wow Rebelde, you look so sexy when you get angry... But no, there's no way you're going to change my mind, especially when it comes to three adorable children of Madonna (in every sense) like the ones reviewed here. Best regards. (oh, and since you read so much, keep it up: from left to right)

Dear Rebelde, I don’t even know who you are. And here, arrogance is evident in your very words, as if you were to reread what I wrote, you would realize that anyone, in my humble opinion, is free to do what they want, even if it contrasts with someone else's opinion. "To judge," my dear, is a verb too strong in the sentence you’ve directed at me, and I would encourage you to note that this site allows far too much judgement, especially regarding that thing we all seem to understand, except you apparently: music. The Muse are no longer a musical band. Free to not believe it. But the fact remains that, for me, they are not. Why? Simple, how is it possible, especially in the review written here, to label an album as "Masterpiece!", an album that adds nothing, and I mean NOTHING, to what has already been monotonously expressed by previous ones?? How, I ask, can one possibly think all this? Unfortunately, however, I am unpleasantly noticing that it can be. But free (and apparently unjustified) opinions aside, according to my brain of a presumed "offender of Muse's fans," all of this makes no sense. Nonetheless, dear Rebelde, not to say but "the first hen that sings has laid the egg." Think about it, without any judgement intended.

No, many of the '80s pop songs don't give me chills, quite the opposite. It's the Muse that gives me chills instead, a band still under the illusion that they can say something new, getting richer and richer. But these are just opinions, assuming we can still express them (Ballarò docet).

Greetings.

No, many of the '80s pop songs don't give me chills, quite the opposite. It's the Muse that gives me chills instead, a band still under the illusion that they can say something new, getting richer and richer. But these are just opinions, assuming we can still express them (Ballarò docet).

I'm sorry to say that I saw them years ago at the Mazda Palace in Milan. A gruesome show: drenched teenagers screaming phrases born from a repressed libido, a set of 20 (and I mean 20) guitars in the backstage collecting dust just for show, not to mention all the radical-chic intellectuals observing their movements with crossed arms and the "classic" finger on the chin, just to seem sophisticated. The Muse were (and thus are no longer) the never-arrived messianic band for all those who mistook Kurt Cobain for Jesus Christ the Savior. Now: I have nothing to judge regarding their music, as nothing can stop anyone else from listening to it or finding value in it, but these people have enriched themselves while simultaneously impoverishing, making even poorer in spirit and mind all those who have revered them since the dawn as if they were the glamorous Bodhisattva Maitreya promised in ancient times. A friendly piece of advice: read a few more books and buy a few fewer Muse CDs.

Well, what can I say? The review presented here is HONESTY rendered in lexical terms. Finally someone who isn’t afraid to say that everything is going to hell, and that there are people who exploit it while others turn their backs and propose works like this. My friend, this proposal is one of the most interesting I've ever seen in this cultural "Samoa" that is Debaser! Great.