psychopompe

Well, we're getting pretty close to the definition... how about we hold a contest? For me, the most psychedelically disturbing album ever made (not in terms of being the best, but the one that bothers your synapses the most) is [DRUMROLL PLEASE, MASTER MAZZA] "Parable Of Arable Land" by Red Crayola. Or maybe not...

So the long-standing debate about duplicates, of which I was one of the first promoters when the site started to sink about three years ago (that is, since you all multiplied worse than rabbits and without even suppressing the poorly born offspring, i.e., the various cases of humanity): by now I don't even get angry anymore, because there are too many of us, and I have incredibly abdicated the principle of ONE ALBUM ONE REVIEW, because I admit that different viewpoints on a valid album (and not god@#[**"£!&/ about Blink or other subhuman music) can also be interesting. What pisses me off about duplicates is that they are often made by people who WANT, at all costs, to appear on the homepage and SPEAK UP, that is, to mask the innate need for 15 fucking minutes of provincial micro-glory on deb. This is not the case with this review, which takes inspiration from a funny anecdote in Floyd history and can still be original. By doing this, i.e., catering to their own ego, you risk that perhaps valid reviews of valid albums go entirely unnoticed. It’s precisely the desire of all new users to shine with blatant duplicates that is killing debaser (hard to kill since I've been writing this stuff for at least two years). The role of debaser should be to inform, not to cater to the ego-masturbation of every lazy internet user. And instead, even I, given the volume of reviews, can’t manage to stay well-informed anymore. Maybe it’s not just because of that, but I have a feeling. This is also why it makes more sense now to mess around and shoot nonsense about reviews instead of reading them. So let's propose duplicates separately, like literary cases, so we can see how many people remain here to write. The point is that if there are two thousand reviews of a historical album, THE DOCTOR DOESN'T TELL YOU TO WRITE TWO LINES! Listen to more music and review it, god damn it! No, instead it’s better to write about famous stuff, so at least the review stays among the most clicked, right? Alright, you’ve made me sour, fuck you.

He really has the face of a cobbler from Macerata with money. Ah Valè, are you from the same town? With these ideas of yours, Il_Paolo, if you were a director, the world of cinema would be turned upside down, even more than it already is... I mean, how do you come up with Massimo Boldi? It's a perverse fantasy... damn, just the thought of it wouldn't let me sleep at night... brrr...

In fact, they didn't speak very well about it, and if you say that the girl's voice prevails over Wootton's, then I don't think I'm very interested.

Wow, what a blow, brainticket! I can never figure out when to listen to it, in headphones it alienates me, in the car I risk accidents, at home my girlfriend becomes hysterical and the neighbor's cats try to throw themselves out of the window. So mission accomplished.

maybe Abe meant this regarding the rec: that is, specify that it is a "historical" film and that there is evidence of Arthur's historical existence (well, the English know a lot more than the devil, especially when they feel historically "younger" than the rest of Europe), and then conclude with Merlin the Wizard? I wonder if there are historical proofs of magic too. Well, they did throw a couple of fireballs during sieges... "violence, pettiness, wickedness, and fanaticism (both religious and otherwise) are certainly not inventions of modern man" well, I guess we didn't need this little film to understand that. Coincidentally, most conflicts have always (that is, since there have been cults of some deity, from the Great Mother to Allah) been disguised as wars of religious belief.

you are all crazy, especially the currahee statement....

I heard this at the time of its release, it was talked about quite positively practically everywhere. However, my brain is a bit foggy, so my memory of this album is like -1. Liquid is the only one I know better (because I keep it) and it blows my mind in wonder. Follow the call of Supersoul Bartle.

"The Blink have disbanded and this is a mystery." Mystery of faith, we give thanks to God! We wait for the manna and then we can consider ourselves satisfied.

Saw it last night. Definitely beautiful, cold and icy just as it should be. Bardem does well, but I imagined Chigurh differently, more of a white-collar and anonymous look, at least in terms of appearance. Fantastic wardrobe from the early '80s, especially Bardem's high-waisted, wide-thigh pants (not to mention the denim jacket... brrrr, bad memories). I'm puzzled by some inconsistencies with the book: the murder of the three Mexicans takes place in the same hotel where Chigurh later kills the other hitman, Wells, but in the movie, they seem to be different. And then, during the shootout between Moss and Chigurh, don't three Mexicans arrive in a car too? And doesn't Chigurh take them all out? I should check. And doesn't he kill Moss? In the movie, it's the Mexicans. Well, I should watch it again. The entire initial part, however, is exactly as I imagined it.