Sanjuro

Given that I am an absolutely hyped person and I go crazy with surfers. Yes, I enjoyed writing this page; I wrote it after seeing 4 songs on Flux that were all fucking identical, from a crude Revival. The fact is that I shouldn’t even respond to the "Fall into rhetoric" "Be the rebellious kid," but damn it, these are the same people who talk with a pompous air about "Humidity," "Time," and much more rhetorical things. Besides the fact that, paradoxically, telling a young person that they fall into rebellion and rhetoric is an entrance into a counter-rhetoric accompanied by a red carpet and beautiful shining tiles. I don’t have an usual style, I don’t have an average intelligence (in a positive way), I’m not a normal person. I’m a fucking hyped person, and I like being that way; I like to think that the Beatles-esque reality extended to everyday life (that is, a two-minute melodic song) can be disfigured, shaken by something surprising. Besides this, I paint, play music, write, and take the dog out to pee. And the last one is the thing I do best. As for the rest, I’m writing a book of crappy jokes that wouldn’t even make mold laugh, and maybe I’ll try my hand at cabaret. But why is a review written? Why can’t we describe an album with a painting, a collage, a recipe, a movie? Why does it all have to be overtly descriptive? So people "understand" ... we should start by overturning the form of reviews, something I’ve never done but that would be right to do.

Festwca, I won’t always write like this; maybe next time I’ll do it in rhyme or only with symbols, or I’ll write the same word 200 times, or I’ll just write Point without adding anything else. The forms are practically infinite if you use your imagination. The "A quanti casi umani" is a lover of the missionary review position: clear, beautiful, crisp review, "write so that everyone understands." The truth is that you either have Surfers in your blood or you crumble them into pedantic review considerations, and I know you have them in your blood. They don’t; they want to box Gibby Haynes in mass words. You know what I’ll tell you? That damned cellphone that took pictures one day found a silver rock in front of it, with a cream on top of such delicacy that the astistogatti looked like they had just come from the sharpener. Cat?????? Well, primarily Dr. Zhivago, after the face masks, ayaaa had the bandage and the outline remained white! ... this was an alternative review for the surfers. Reviews need to be shaped to the record for pure identificatory impressionism. Writing poems, stories, describing food flavors, cinematic analogies. Still trying to make us understand? Enough already... total incommunicability, disorder, impressionism: Art.

TO HOW MANY HUMAN CASES: Analyze the word REVIEW, derived from census: the census in ancient Rome. That is, men who in an amorphous manner acted as human counters of the population. They would go to a city (the totality of the existing records), knock on a door (choice of an artist), and COUNT the members inside (works of the same artist). In a purely descriptive and detached way, the typical CENSOR describes. In other words, a clean practice that aims to align with an 800s verista or naturalist style. What remains from this? A REVIEW stripped of any particularity. A description for the masses of something, preferably written in good Italian, so that everyone can understand. Well, Psychic Powerless...another man's sac is not for everyone, and I do not write for everyone, much less for a brainless person who makes considerations like yours, my dear little fool ^^ But do you have any idea about surfers? Psychopathic sons of bitches, and for you, I should use clinical, erudite words to catalog, box in something so absolutely uncategorizable?

Count Moscetti: P anyway deep review, you have to dig beneath the surface of the word to fully understand the meaning. Masterpiece. Ahh the record is shit. Guns to the pyre.

Dare 4 is an insult. Without taking anything away from Tom Waits, Nick Drake, Nick Cave, Lisa Germano, Dylan, but no one has lyrics like Cohen.

I listen to everything too, Krystal: new wave, psychedelic, kraut rock, noise, hardcore, post-rock, 70s ska, singer-songwriter, stoner, drone, avant-garde. But it's all music that is ideologically related to one another because there’s a visceral foundation, a total dedication to what you do. The notes, the voice, the emotions have not been shaped for a large ignorant, illiterate audience, dazed like in the case of Tiziano Ferro, but have been created in a total, bloody abandonment of oneself, at the edge of a new creative funnel. The lyrics of Tiziano Ferro are an insult to my intelligence, his macho Latin poses are in poor taste, and singing those 4 pieces of nonsense accompanied by choreographies for lovers of the cotolengo.

Tiziano Ferro is really a sergeant of steel...
Amerigo Vespucci has the tuned scooter
Amerigo Vespucci has been stung.

And Cohen made his Songs of Leonard Cohen, and SONGS FROM A ROOM, and then De André, and then Meredith Monk made Songs from a Hill. Isn't this album vaguely revival and even cliched from the title?

X DESTROYS CARRIAGES: the more I read you, the more I think of two things, one positive and one negative: Positive: You have a unique style, that’s undeniable, and you’ve been very clever; I appreciate that no one writes like you. A de-carriage comment can be recognized from a mile away; it’s personal, individual. However: Negative: It’s terribly annoying to read you; the mix of languages used is too heavy and tiring. If you could lighten the form without losing the uniqueness, it would be a perfect style :) Best de-regards and respects, Sanjuro

Oh my gosh, how dull the comments are on this review, and how little it has been ca(gat)lcocalta!!!