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Butthole Surfers Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac
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Dear Monsieur De-Recensoreo Mister Pretazzo, a splendid and remarkably precise examination of Butthole/Surfisticam antzichenot, for a truly/mentally cross-sectional antzikhuesì. The record mentioned above has not graced my ears for more than a decade of proto-years, but I would vaguely recall its disarming charge and the decidedly unaligned spirit. Psychic regards, beyond AnotherMan'sSac-quici in abundance. Your crumbles everything of (s)fiduciam.
Explosions In The Sky The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place
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Dear Mr. Hugoniot... (assuming that everyone expresses themselves in the ways and terms they find most appropriate and fitting to their expressive mode) well, if it is indeed a "Masterpiece" (as you claim..) I would not consider that spending a few words (whether useless or not, I leave that to the judgment of those who wish to read to know more.. otherwise, what are we doing within the review actions of others?) in addition could cause serious harm to the hungry music-information/debaseriota community, quite the opposite. A respectful yet cordial tribute. Your most esteemed (s)trust.
Obituary Frozen In Time
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While respecting your personal de-comment, cordial de-review Mister Matt7, having greatly appreciated them in the old days of the interesting CauseOfDeath-ico trabajo (de gustibus, sia claro), I would deem the presented Disquo death/operina quite and decidedly semi-neglectable antzichenòt: usual obituary-rhythms, banal and over-banal, lacking that potential audio-spark [by the band’s own admission: which explicitly desires to persist in the same de-executive style.. they are happy with it] capable of temporarily lifting its de-quotations/qualitative fortunes. A missed opportunity if not completely squandered antzichenot. Respectful and friendly regards in abundance. Your vetero-metaller and s.c. of (s)fiduciam.
Eric Matthews The Lateness Of The Hour
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Most esteemed de-page for an artist who seems to be intricate and quite underground, almost never heard of (of course + as usual) cordial Sir (interesting that even the gentle Mister OdradeK addresses him as a significant Monsieur..) Socrates [forgive my banality, but one doubt assails me: does Your suffix refer to the valiant and statuesque Brazilian footballer of the early eighties {Italy 3 - Brazil 2: one of the goals was, indeed, by Socrates} or to the fine pre-Christian Greek thinker?]. Respectful and obsequious regards and playful jests aplenty. Your s.c. of (s)trust.
CCCP - Fedeli alla linea Epica Etica Etnica Pathos
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1989: The end of communism ?!? Someone [back then] should worry about warning that ruffian (outgoing) proto-governor from the dregs: he built an entire rubbish (clash) electoral campaign on it (and it’s not over yet, it seems..). Comical tributes to sickle-hammered. Your strapazza lamiere of (s)fiduciam.
Gotan Project Lunático
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One cannot precisely deny that de-tango (albeit remixed) is one of the well-known/appreciated de-genres that disrupts. We appreciate this review at the perfect meeting point, nonetheless cordial Mr. Review Master Mister Hal. See you soon (as usual) with greetings. Your stress carriages of (dis)trust.
The Lords Swords
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Having completely removed (damned arteriosclerosis) the fact that she de-reviewed (perfectly) the de-presented disc, I was preparing to draw conclusions in a passionate and burned-out listening: this is what I clumsily tried to de-scribe regarding it.
Fourteen recalcitrant yet passionate and wonderfully stinging hyper-explosive tracts make up this authentic sonic jumble with a total duration of about twenty scattered minutes.
The gentlemen in question, besides being endowed with the magnificent and appropriate gift of audio-synthesis, beautifully synthesize sound in an overwhelming, animated, cacophonic work—yielding a far more successful example of urgent post/hardcore: an immense intensity and acoustically assorted volumes, almost prohibitive, dominate within the brief span of the Swordistic work.
The reminder volumes are appropriately and deliberately positioned beyond the human level of listening-watching: overflowing and deafening sounds for one of the most schizo-farnetic proposals extrapolated from the vibrant Jade Tree.
Despite appearances (and fortunately), we do not find ourselves before the umpteenth congregation of vacuous, unrepentant loudmouths (of which there are quite a few) from the thick underground Stello-Strisciense cauldron, but rather an authentic reality endowed with a remarkable and intelligent sound-tinkering ability.
It’s impossible not to get involved by the deadly accelerations and the beudine screams (if I didn’t have audio hallucinations, I would swear I hear a hairy and ultra-tonsillar version of the year’s Rollins) of the clattering “Two Lies” or the combative volumetric adventures contained in “Watching The Clock” or in the anthemic (one would say a bit) “Talking Whip”.
Twenty years of magnificently unaligned, confrontational, grumpy, and venomous sound are summarized, concentrated, shaken, and wonderfully served to the audio-audiences in just under twenty rapid minutes of furious (perfectly controlled) sound and spectacular acoustic bravado.
Warm regards antzichenò. Your s.c. di (s)fiduciam.
Keith Jarrett The Melody At Night With You
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Oh yes... truly a lively and tumultuous month of April... [any reference to the very recent internal-subferentziae nine/ten-past is purely coincidental]. Incredible respects and playful jests galore. Your s.c. of (s)confidence.
Locust Weathered Well
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Dear Monsieur Renzo Oltrequé Pin, (setting aside the political de-coloration and proto-considerations of any kind) here is another measure that the new government should implement (at least) within the very first hundred days [who knows why precisely 100.. one hundred twenty or ninety would work just as well]: the scrapping {and here I would humbly and vocally contribute on the art of restoration} of old acoustic-emitting devices with a corresponding generous economic contribution for the purchase of new high-fidelity sound-emitting equipment. Hopeful regards in buckets. Your trusted turntable scrapper.
Gastr Del Sol The Serpentine Similar
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Valuable and intriguing de-narrator action, cordial Monsieur De-Recensoreo Philosopho; almost never listened to, but orbiting in sound frames not exactly tediously unknown.
Annotated on the overflowing sfascia-notes. Simple and disarming compliments aplenty. Your s.c. of (s)trust.