Lostinspace

I share the sentiment expressed in the opening lines of this review, also because I often find myself tripping over this mistake. You can't command the heart. Unfortunately, very often. The subsequent choice to embark on a track-by-track breakdown, albeit partial, is truly chilling. I really can't understand this aberrant practice that often transforms commendable pages into a list of adjectives, pseudo-technical comments, and often embarrassing comparisons. It seems as though you feel compelled to justify your dissent against the other review, and this weighs everything down. What a pity. But hey... the track-by-track (as is now known) often stirs up the brown mass that daily makes its way through my guts, squeezes it, and channels it into that mellifluous sea that flows beneath my windows overlooking my uncertain tomorrow. Prot.

I love declarations of love, and this one is no exception. The only note is for a somewhat veiled tracking that I would have avoided, both because of my complex allergy to this practice and because it takes away a bit of that lightheartedness that only true love can provide. However, like all things that are dear to us, maximum respect for a heartfelt and pleasant text that describes a strong passion. Well done.

A beautiful review for a book that I consider to be Ammaniti's masterpiece. To your pleasant exegesis, I would just add two brief elements. The first: a special mention for the narrative style where the three acts intertwine in a vortex that is irresistible. A narrative style that seems already structured like a screenplay, almost like an assist to Salvatores, who, contrary to what he did with "Io non ho paura," manages to spoil a wide-open goal. The second: a series of "supporting actors" (the social worker, the two arguing in the car, etc.) of - forgive me the bold comparison - Dostoevskian memory: without them, this story would not be the same.

Tough times for the cops. And frankly, it seems like they have absolutely nothing to do. I like the review, but I didn't get what kind of music these guys make: should I proceed?

Starting off with a track that’s a bit of a banger, even if it’s from an EP and therefore very short, is a good sign. So good that I accidentally shut my dick in the car door out of uncontainable joy. It ultimately ruins what could have been a very in-depth review, especially from a technical perspective, and perhaps a little chilly. But it is what it is. The "Sixties On Steroids / Psychedelic Organ Rock&Roll" still scares me a bit.

I’m listening to it too... and damn, I actually like it... even in its senile version. I shook hands with Marcello Mastroianni a few months before he died. Do you think he was any less splendid than in La Dolce Vita?

Reincarnation of sexyajax

We like it. We like them. The album and the review. It’s coming to Turin and it really costs a fortune, stommerda. But I will go. I love it a little. Just a little.

I correct myself. Fake little whore.

Oh, what a nice album. Derivative or not, they’ve created some really beautiful tracks, even in other works. I also liked "Ode To J Smith" a lot, but it was a nice period in my life and maybe I’m too influenced by the motions of my heart... Friends, however, is quite lovely. I like your review, and it’s pleasant to read. Well done.