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37 are the cm of my salmon, remember? And you comment right at number 37. Is it a coincidence, Puni? Watch out for the collarbones... As usual, you reply like a baby, but I already knew that. And please, even if I see you struggling to articulate more complex thoughts than those miserable ones in your reviews, what is the sentence, Your Honor? Do you have a manual on how to cope with crucifixion that you could recommend among your precious little reads?

PROT! We are free not to read these pathetic reviews, c'est vrai. But we are also free to do so. At least for now. And to comment on this relentless string of reports from the masses. One, two, three were acceptable and perhaps even original. Now they generate flatulent meteorism. I'm not even sure you've really read these books for two reasons. The first: because the reviews contain rather banal reflections and are full of clichés. Stuff from Tg4. And now also from Tg1. This, in particular, has a winking tone that personally disrupts my pubic bush. The second: there are millions, maybe billions, of great books to read. Time is short. You must have quite a bit of it to waste it in this way. Lucky you! In any case, keep writing trivialities about useless books if it entertains you and especially if the string of comments properly tickles your pathetic ego. Debaser is also this. Now, feel free to make your nonsensical jokes to divert the topic or show me how much you despise me or even remind me of the 3 bland reviews I published. You're as predictable as farts at high altitude. PRUT!

I understand the outburst, which I also share. But this review is more of a scream of indignation and little more. Moreover, in the second to last paragraph, you mention insults and comparisons that I assume come from an interview you’ve read/heard: the reader, however, understands nothing. Why and how did he insult his former teammates and the audience? "Raving about comparisons with divorced wives, with lack of soul and motivation"... what does that mean? What a shame.

One of Mike Kinsella's (& Co.) many parallel projects, one of the most ephemeral, unfortunately. I had the chance to see him live (as I describe in one of my few reviews:) and often the audience asks him to play "Never Meant," a gem from the LP that MARYG mentioned in comment two (and which is reviewed here: American Football - American Football - Recensione di federicozz He always refuses, saying it's something that belongs to the past... what the hell! Emo or not, they are damn good.

Well, this review reminds me of the old times when it was discovered that Mariaelena's 37 years corresponded exactly to the centimeters of my dick. What times. An indispensable review. I wonder if Punisher has a contract that provides for a payment directly proportional to the number of texts published. I understand the urgency for exercises in style when you have so much talent, the overflowing and irresistible humor that would otherwise go to waste, the need to assert a sparkling and multifaceted ego... I get it all. But there’s definitely an underlying agreement here. A P3 of the reviewing world. Good job Puni, it’s the perfect review; you can be told it’s shit and for once, you won’t be offended. Prut!

I love this group and the good Robin Proper-Sheppard. Music that has accompanied unforgettable moments of my life. Music that I willingly let resonate in my rooms and on the strings of my guitar. Seen them live multiple times, they know how to paint unforgettable evenings. Chapeau.

T! Call civil protection. I need Bertolaso to look in my underwear.

Wow, what a review! Wow, what a book! One single exclamation to express different concepts. What a wonderful language Italian is.

Curious to find a review in pole position on the homepage about Keane. On June 11th, last Friday, I was stomping on the soft grass of a crowded field at Bedgebury Pinetum, just a few kilometers from London, to attend my first live show of Keane after years. Full of beer and expectations, I witnessed a very beautiful concert by a band that, despite their fame and millions of albums sold, presents their music honestly, even live. I can understand that certain sounds might make one want to defecate cabinets and dishwashers, for heaven's sake: de gustibus... Frankly, I don’t see them as more whiny or less skilled than the highly inflated (and pompous) Coldplay. I had a blast, and it seemed the English audience (once again full of aplomb) enjoyed it too. The EP in question doesn’t thrill me, but I think I need to listen to it a bit more. In any case, "Stop for a minute" sung by just Tom is quite a nice piece. The guy sings well and doesn’t act too much like a star, which I don’t mind at all. Prot!