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DeAge™ : 7565 days • Here since 25 september 2005
The Birthday Party Junk Yard
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Dear de-commentator Monsieur Mr. Moustache, I sincerely enjoyed your de-commentation; just one note: why would you discourage the auscultation during any intimate "Birthday Parties"? A bit of healthy noise and excitement, not to mention some movement, could serve (along with "other" activities) as a good remedy to help digest the multiple portions of stuffed candle cake consumed. Best regards and abundant wishes. Your trusted Scarrozzatore.
Üstmamò Üstmamò
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Dear de-reviewer Monsieur (or Madame) Tia, quite a nice record indeed that has been de-reviewed; for the old-school scrambler, this is the most successful and “authentic” disc of the Apennine as well as tricolor formation: afterwards, they tried to pop-sweeten their sound in a manner (de gustibus, of course) not entirely and properly convincing. Obsequious greetings galore. Your trusted Scrambler.
Nobuo Uematsu The Black Mages
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Dear de-reviewer Monsieur Quello Pazzo, disregarding some slightly crude and caricaturist tones, I hope you won’t take offense and surely you will forgive if the written dismantler does not know either the de-reviewed group or, even less, the hyperbolic guitarist presented by Ella; from your personal de-commentation [disregarding the stellar-triad voting], we do not really learn whether the acoustic substance is quite intriguing or not (after all, only a subjective listening can unquestionably testify to that). Thank you regardless for the de-notification. Best regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
Dj Spooky Under The Influence
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Dear de-reviewer Monsieur Gabbox, a pleasant and thorough de-commentation from you for a character that is (subjectively) appreciable for its versatility and contemporary-chronological music-perennial mutation. Endless regards (as usual). Your Trustworthy Contorci Lamiere.
Pain Of Salvation Remedy Lane
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Dear de-reviewer Monsieur MarcoDreamt, starting from the healthy assumption that I would be more than happy for you if your earphones find such benefit from the listening of this "masterpiece", but quite frankly (not knowing the band in question nor the disc, of course) from your de-review it is not clear what would really unfold from the listening of such (wonderful) work. I quote you on the key points; lyrical aspect: "Petrarch, Boccaccio", musical aspect: "rare intensity, syncopated parts, changes in rhythm" (?). Hoping you can further and abundantly enlighten us, I greet you cordially. Your S.C. of (un)trust.
Thrones Day Late Dollar Short
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Dear de-reviewer Monsieur Marcel Proust, I was wondering if it is true that you worked on your last novel until three in the morning of your death, and that only after writing the word "fin" at the bottom of the last page did you exclaim: "now I can die." Respectful regards. Your devoted S.C. P.S. I was wondering if this de-review was written before or after the unfortunate passing.
Slowblow Slowblow
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Kind de-review Monsieur Josi_, a most delightful de-signaling from you for a (well-nigh) unknown musical reality (just to change things up, I would add); it would seem [conditional is a must in a closed box] a musically very intriguing and delicate work that you have magnificently de-explained; muchas gracias for the curiosity-inducing, so to speak, de-commentary. Cordial regards in abundance. Your Carcass Squeezer of (d)confidence.
Picastro Metal Cares
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Dear (and kind) de-replicator Cordial Monsieur Mr. Nobody, at first glance, I must express that, for being (or rather, modestly and spectrally defining oneself as) a Mr. Nobody, you seem to "defend" yourself quite well indeed. That said, I sincerely thank you for the warm and benevolently critical advice and literary encouragement you have proposed concerning your lengthy (n-th unpublished splotch of de-replicatism). It's unfortunate that the contortionist splotchy style is not [entirely] to your (high) liking (forgive the unfortunate overuse of parentheses, but for the abulic splotchy writer, a phrase without them is like a car without its relevant revolving wheels..). It seems also quite evident that the miserable splotchy writing has no literary ambition in de-proposing its verbose jests (I also wonder who has any within the debaserian context): it is merely pure entertainment [for the writer (quite a different matter for the reader, of course)] and nothing more. Truly cordial regards in abundance and even more. Your incorrigibly detached splotchy destroyer of twisted auto-sheet metal. P.S. to tell the truth, upon (later) re-reading the abulic splotchy de-reviews, I find them to be truly and irrefutably detestable indeed.
Dj Spooky 5 questions to Dj Spooky
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Dear questioning Monsieur Gabbox, interesting questions for very clear replies "inside" and (as expected) up-to-date (to be evaluated in perspective, of course). Congratulations. Obsequious greetings. Y.S.C. of (dis)trust.
Stormy Six Un Biglietto del Tram
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Dear De-Reviewer Monsieur Zio Burba, your remarkably noteworthy catch; while I appreciate your Stormy Sixian de-commentaries (personally), I would consider the musical work [the aspect that I find most important, beyond any potentially debatable generational/political consideration] and conceptual approach of the Area International POPular Group (not solely fusion-jazz, as you assert) to be the best "possible expression" (de gustibus, of course) in the "antagonistic" Tricolor landscape of those years. Many regards, if not more. Your stritola carcasse of (s)fiducia.