lukin

My name is Lukin, I live on the second floor, I live upstairs from you, yes I think you’ve seen me before :)

Damn, I might just come to see them again since it's Saturday.

Well, of course.. I would never dream of embarrassing you on debaser. But sorry, the filling sounded very metal.. have you ever heard the Rotten Filling Tooth? :D

Haha, great! :). I do have one doubt though, in the second photo the guy at the bottom, who I think is Innescare by elimination, is he fainting under the powerful ashella blasts from Nick?

So, George Michael reminds me of my music teacher in middle school. One beautiful morning, she showed up in class and told us (more or less): "Guys, this morning each of you will bring a little note with your name on it, and we’ll put them all here (and she points to a bowl). In the other bowl, there are other notes, and each of them has a song from the top chart of TV Sorrisi e Canzoni written on it (I’m not joking, people, I’m not joking). We will draw one note from here and one from there. Each of you will get a song, and I want the translation (if it's in English) and the interpretation of the lyrics." I got Faith by George Michael :|... Aside from this unpleasant episode, I’d say George has a beautiful voice, but it’s totally wasted. (Unpleasant because the idea of translation and interpretation was, all in all, valid - I think I was in the second year of middle school - but referring to the TV Sorrisi chart is like talking about cooking and reading the instructions for 4 salti in padella.)

I'm basically stuck on The Sophtware Slump which, as Josi says, is hard to get past. I've listened to Sumday a couple of times, getting bored. There's a news on their site announcing that Donzaucher is leaving Debaser and going on tour with them :)

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the photo is truly tacky

It went like this, but don't be fooled by the report, I was coming back from the Vox in Nonantola with my trusty friend Lionello (which rhymes with...) and we were merrily cremating a very sludge black palomino when they stopped us. They immediately noticed his chrome-like gaze, and at the first questions, the rascal replied with his right eyebrow raised: "Heavy, guys...". At that point, there was nothing more to be done, and we confessed.

I miss them, I pay them, I buy the CD, but this is a really nice rec Moon. Look, in my opinion, even in the '40s gay dance company, S.S. stood for super bitch, they were just a tiny bit less sludge and a little bit more brutal.