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DeAge™ : 7570 days • Here since 25 september 2005
Afterhours Quello Che Non C'è
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Great beautiful tricolor-disquo antzichenò [by the way, I would tend to agree on the production seemingly und at times a little "deflated"], cordial de-reviews Mr. Ammazza-rockstars76. Umbra greetings aplenty. Your strizza carcasses of (d)oubt.
Obituary The End Complete
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Dear de-replicator Messer Tepes, if I don't like it [comma] I don't like it, what can I do? I would ask you, what else should I say? I too would have decidedly (at the time) preferred that it positively involved me, but it left me (and I assure you I was not pleased) totally astonished aside from indifferent. It might have been the absence of the valiant guitarist Murphy... I don't know. Best wishes to satiety. Your s.c. of (s)trust.
Mogwai Live @ Qube, Roma, 19.04.2006
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(Almost) Like being there. Ossequions et cotillons. Y.s.c.d(s)f. p.s. Mr. Beast?!? (forgive me if I’m not very familiar with the topic/band being discussed, antzychenot) p.s.#2 but why? Your proto-rock concerts would always have to be a putrid acoustic? p.s.#3 but why vice/versa in almost any greasy audio/covodaquattrogattilondinese-p arisian-barcelonian etc. etc. the concerts often sound wonderfully marvelous even though they might be reluctant?
Obituary The End Complete
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Disquo (at the time) quite disappointing for the miserably wrecked writing: after the dazzling predecessor (one of the very few death metal albums that even today - good grief: it's been over three decades..- I remember and occasionally listen to with a certain untarnished pleasure) they inexplicably and immediately fossilized into this blind abyss of weary and repetitive pseudo-solutions without any spark and/or inventiveness worthy of intricate listening. When one truly asserts the Latin saying de gustibus.. Complete and final respects in abundance. Your s.c. of (dis)trust.
Non Voglio Che Clara Non Voglio Che Clara
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When one asserts a most sacred and quite personal and respectable de-gustibus, dear De-Recensoreo Monsieur D.S., one does not err properly nor less never a stroke antzyqùénot: should there be a balanced, graceful, and utterly unremarkable POP in vogue like that emanating from the esteemed NonVolenti mentioned above. Obsequies obsequiously to satiety. Your s.c. of (s)confidence.
Michael Brecker Two Blocks From The Edge
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Ehm.. cordial de-replicator Monsieur Symbad beyond Bassist, while thanking you for the substantial de-replica, I would further like to add (evidently I was not very clear at first.. just to change, I would add anyway) that [let's put it this way] I wouldn't exactly say I'm completely dry of proto-gez-sounds, but more of a wavering frequenter {and sometimes also muy apprezzante}, for about a decade now on this side.. Renewed greetings beyond reinvigorated to satiety. Your strapazza lamiere of (s)fiduciam.
Drive Like Jehu Yank Crime
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Dear de-reviewing Mr. Pretazzo, beyond having felt the urge to mention I should hold this lavoro (somewhere..) buried in some historical/other epoch "natrical" C90: in all sincerity I wouldn't have a clear beyond vivid remembrance, but it seems to me they were sufficiently urgent and pleasant nonetheless (Or perhaps I'm confusing it with the first namesake.. quite a NoMeansNo-dependent, who can say?). Old "independent" greetings galore. Your frantic and forgetful s.c. of (s)trust.
Michael Brecker Two Blocks From The Edge
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Valuable and albeit humorously (I would hope) somewhat irritating [namely the phrase regarding the Big Band... and its continuation] de-signaling, heartfelt De-Messer Review Mister Symbad beyond Bassist, for a (just to change things up..) jazz work totally/entirely unknown and unheard of. Cordial regards although gez-ignorant by the plenty. Your s.c. of (dis)trust.
Whitesnake Live... In The Heart Of The City
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Quordial de-recensorship Monsieur Jettojet, I confess I listened to the dispresented white-serpentine disquo about a good twenty years ago (if not more.. I remember it was fervently recommended to me by an old hard/rock-enthusiast friend..) a few years after its actual publication, and unfortunately, I do not have a clear and precise memory of it. This does not prevent me from appreciating your meritorious work of retrieval, however. Warm regards in abundance. Your s.c. of (dis)trust.
Immolation Dawn Of Possession
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De Gustibus, Cordiale Messer Tepes, De Gustibus [one must always keep it in mind, don’t you think?]. Regards to the fullest. Y.s.c.d(s)f. P.S. moreover: what can I do if I dangerously approach the double-double/age decade, and those mentioned were the "hard" works that intrigued and entertained me much more than sufficiently? P.S.#2 In all frankness, although I have tried several times to reconnect with the genre in question, I have rarely found equally captivating and entertaining materials.. but presumably, without taking anything away from the novelties and the beautiful albums that surely have also come out, it is merely a pure age matter and nothing else. P.S.#3 A Nos Bidere Cun saluri.