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DeRank : 39,03
DeAge™ : 7563 days • Here since 25 september 2005
Napalm Death The Code Is Red... Long Live The Code
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Dear De-Commentator Monsieur Mullah (of trust), too kind and undeserved consideration, although (I shamelessly admit) I greatly enjoy reading signs of warm approval (regardless of the infamous de-gusts musical) like yours.
Ehm.. (dear Puntiglioso ghostly de-commentator) regarding my tiresome "quotation," I beg pardon and assure you of a greater fluid commitment in any future wrecking drafts. (..and anyway the price would be ¤uri 0.02 per comma, for colons and semicolons I was thinking of a more substantial 0.03 per mark). Greetings to both. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
883 Hanno ucciso l'uomo ragno
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Sadness (of the Moon). Regards. Yours sincerely, (s)trust.
La Bottine Souriante La Mistrine
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Kind de-reviewer Monsieur Stefanet, unfortunately, I do not have the pleasure of knowing and appreciating the Band you have de-reviewed; the project seems (conditional always a must, "sight unseen") decidedly intriguing and pleasant to the ear. I will try (albeit with limited means) to remedy such grievous ignorance. Best regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
Judas Priest Ram It Down
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Dear De-reviewer Mr. Aniel, while respecting your substantial de-comment and adding to it a democratic de gustibus, frankly I don’t find many reasons for interest in the de-reviewed album: decidedly leaning towards flatness and the recycling of old metal. Heard at the time it was released, it already sounded empty and inconclusive. Kind regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
Prussian Blue Fragment of the Future
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Mr. Maurizio Testi, please, before embarking on (s)reasonings at the edge (well, thinking it over, widely surpassed...) of the indecent, the offensive, and the ridiculous, truly read some (not one or two, perhaps convenient to your "political sensitivity," as I suppose you may have done...) history books: you will notice a certain evident underlying discrepancy with the "theses" you support. Best regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
p.s. I will not add further de-comments: if you wish (as I have seen you do previously), feel free to insult me to your heart's content... you will not receive any reply anyway.
Unrest Imperial f.f.r.r.
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Dear Reviewer Monsieur Easycure, I reiterate my unwavering intention not to engage in tedious yet solipsistic temporal/de-generiform musings (rightly, you might argue: "you started it.."). First and foremost, I would like to state that it is a true pleasure for this miserable wreck of a writer to converse with knowledgeable people (on the subject at hand) like you; it is quite evident that by citing three-names-three (the first that came to mind in my empty-headedness..) as striking examples of (post)hc-deviance (from those distant years), I merely intended to provide an addition to your commendable review commentary (not necessarily confined to the Washington area). Moreover, I assure you that there is very little to downsize (worse than this, there is only the abyss..) in the wreckage: what does a seasoned, wretched, makeshift cartwright want to know/understand? Best regards indefinitely. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.
Unrest Imperial f.f.r.r.
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Not to open sterile debates that serve no purpose, but where do you leave Die kreuzen, Bad Brains, and Killdozer?
Best regards. Your trusted S.C.
Prussian Blue Fragment of the Future
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I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E!!!
It's truly amazing that there is no limit to sub-human madness (or normality?). A nice visit from the "cheerful family" in Bergen-Belsen wouldn't hurt: I would gladly subject the parents, if they are repeat offenders even in that context, to the same "treatment" (of course, the unfortunate girls bear no guilt... except for having total aberrations surrounding them).
More than the Skrewdriver, I would have mentioned Slayer (...they're slightly more famous, captivating, and "dangerous", don't you think?). Obsequious regards. Your trusted S.C.
Bruno Maderna The Oboe Concertos
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I am absolutely certain that if I were to accidentally come across the aforementioned work, I would not be able to grasp any of the epidermal and cerebral sensations that you magnificently transcribed. This leads me to believe that everyone, even the most willing, manage to listen to/appreciate the music (for a whole series of generational/social/intellectual motivations), "that deserves it." You evidently "deserve" a lot. [For the record, I don't know what I'm saying, but now I've written it.] Bowing and flattering galore. Your trusted S.C.
Unrest Imperial f.f.r.r.
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If there were a Musical Holy Inquisition, it would surely proclaim and condemn her for chronological heresy: "...they anticipate Fugazi and the like...". I remind you, dear De-Recensoreo Mister Easycure, that the progression of musical events related to the fertile underground scene in the United States does not quite align with your account: this does not prevent us from stating unequivocally, as you rightly argue, that they indeed carved out and represented a remarkable detail in the fertile post-HC landscape of the late eighties. Best regards. Your S.C. of (dis)trust.