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DeAge™ : 7570 days • Here since 25 september 2005
Fat Freddys Drop Based On A True Story
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Another frank admission of (as usual) overwhelming (and unbearable) de-ignorance crassiform and supine in the face of it all; I didn’t expect you to be so de-prolific, dear Sir de-reviewer (..and that multi-listening de-reviewer) OdradeK. I was curious (just to change things up) if it can minimally de-interest you antzikuesì. Greetings for late-night enjoyment in abundance. Your tension sheets of (dis)trust.
Edie Brickell and The New Bohemians Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars
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Of the de-presented artist, dear Monsieur GinoPilotino, I would only and exclusively know the de-gradeful (or so it seems to remember) "ghost of a dog" - long playing [still held today on vinyl]: the (excellently) de-reviewed work I never fully listened to before.. and from what I read, it also reserves pleasant and mellifluous episodes within it antzykhuénon. Muchas de-gracias pour le repechage. Warm pre-pajama greetings in abundance. Your s.c. di (s)fiduciam.
Aphex Twin Windowlicker
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Blessed are you. I greet you. The driver of crooked and off-center diligence.
Songdog The Time of Summer Lighting
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I wondered why zero (in exclusively and obviously irreparable cases like that one left up there, I mean..) absolute [hence and/or the non-publication], is not foreseen, due to such sterile and not-so-funny jests of that kind. In the hope that this (won't) be almost accepted, a respectful homage. Your rusted sheets of (dis)trust. p.s. ..from this pulpit comes the sermon, if I may, dear Sir I_lOVE_mUSIc, I would tell it to myself..
Pet Shop Boys Behavior
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Esteemed (as usual) de-reviewer atzione cordial Sir Donjunio, for a decidedly poor-very [striking singles?!? When really - and thankfully - it is said democratically: de gustibus..]: I remember that in the chaotic-radio times this PSB work went as (if not more..) of the sacred daily-bread.. but in all sinceritade never-ever did I find it pleasing even for a joke/instant antzichùénò. With respectful regards anyway. Your worn-out scrap metal of (dis)trust.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Sinfonie n°40 K 550 e n°41 K 551 "Jupiter"
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De-spectacle antzichenò, dear Monsieur Grasshopper. I was wondering, by the way, if there was still some miserable de-posticino in the rather smashed-up de-piccionaia.. mentioned above. Indeed rough and really poorly educated regards in abundance. Your s.c. di (s)fiduciam.
Franz Schubert La morte e la fanciulla (Hagen-Quartett)
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Certainly, to de-comment immediately afterwards (besides the other well-known and often spectacular de-commentators/reviewers) the finely erudite and cordial Monsieur Wanderer (especially considering the well of ignorance that grips me and in which I blissfully wallow..) regarding the pleasant Messere Lello de-narratoream attention, is not an easy task, mind you: what to say, commendable (and not hyper-logorrheic, like almost all the nonetheless more than appreciable Klassikal-de-reviews/atzionim debaseriote) de-explanation of what is de-contained in the de-presented discourse.. I wouldn't know exactly de-pourqoi but from the notes de-reviews this work seems intriguingly apocalyptic nevertheless. Humble respects to satiety. Your s.c. of (s)confidence.
Darkness One Way Ticket To Hell....And Back
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When it comes to tastes... A tribute to the old rockers in abundance. Your s.c. of (dis)trust. P.S. a record, by its very nature, is almost destructively unjudgable... (I should demonstrate an unpleasant severity as a judge).
Battles EP C/B EP
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Five (o'clock in the morning). Excellent (really as usual) de-calibrator action for a de-reality almost never heard of named antzychenot, dear Mr. OdradeK: regarding the fact that on Warp it comes out now and has been (in the past) published some great good versatile/sound material, I would wholeheartedly agree if not more. Curiosity to satisfaction. Morning/farraginous greetings galore. Your s.c. of (s)trust.
Motörhead Stage Fright
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Given the last Lemmystic axiom just reported, I wouldn't bet even a torn de-tallero [tempus fugit] on the sixtieth anniversary. At least, however, until a few years ago (let's say a decade..), our sound-demolishing disbelievers sure expressed something good. Honor to the de-merit. Respect and plenty of testamotorizzati.