Sanjuro

@Valo666: In the meantime, you have the nickname of a pathetic sellout, who sucks on MTV’s milk and the breasts of some little girl who still gets enchanted by plurisputtanati 666. But come on, we're in 2000 still with 666 and this fool's iconography. I, on the other hand, have a nickname from an immortal film by Akira Kurosawa gne gne gne gne gne gne gne 25 years old from this little thing!!!!

I'm sorry :(

So, the guitarist Duane Denison graduated from the conservatory in classical music. That said, he leaves behind the flashy nonsense and techniques for loser musicians (Dream Theater among them) and shifts towards a caustic, crooked, dreamlike style, but understood in an acidic sense. Davis Sims has a bass that is a pneumatic hammer; not by chance, they have been considered by some as the forerunners of stoner for their heaviness that leans heavily on Albini-industrial-noise. The drummer Neil McNeely, or whatever the hell he's called, is a jazz musician. He inserts drum parts that leave you speechless for how inspired, bloody, and violent they are at the same time. David Yow on vocals is nothing short of an animal, a downright murderous yet intelligent beast. He’s not some fucking jerk like in a lot of previous hardcore; he has a vocal range that goes from off-key to raspy, all to express his images of violence and urban squalor. Let's say that the Lizard are a big, noisy yet precisely calibrated vehicle, like werewolves who have expressed the tragedy of the metropolis in the '90s better than probably anyone else. Goat is, for me, the peak of Yow and the band’s surgical and violent precision (listen to it a thousand times; I understood it after countless listens like Spiderland by Slint, but then I couldn’t detach from it). Then I recommend in succession Head - Pure - Liar and Down (the latter drives many crazy, but for me, it remains decidedly inferior to the rest of the early discography) baiii baiii.

AJEJE sorry, could you link me the page where this thing about the shared member FAUST-RESIDENTS is written... ahh and if you know any other quirky groups similar to residents, let me know. I could mention negativland and stock hausen and walkman even though we have to forget about the tragedy of not available in both. !! Ciauuu

It's true, my fault, I'm just a fucking asshole piece of shit son of a bitch motherfucker. Sorry again.

Yes, indeed, 700 visits because Sanjuro is cool. Sancoolo. Bernard, if you like these reviews, go here, but watch out for the spaces. Pagina non trovata

:) Iside, perhaps what you say is true, but miserable reviews of Cazz or Sfascia don’t end up among literary cases but rather on the left purely due to recommendations...

Because evidently I'm not liked by the Editors... Punisher and Vic Sorriso, not to mention the great enkriko or whatever his name was had their reviews in sight. Mine are always literary cases. If only there were more literary cases, so in addition to the always preferred frigid descriptions we would also have sharper, varied, vibrant material. I remember that Re-Censire means Censire the thing, that is an amorphous practice, a practice that is exclusively compilatory and descriptive. Everything that is different from Lewis Tollani-Pretazzo-Donjunio (as much as I like them) is relegated to the right column, then there are cases of dementia like ...caz... which, due to seniority and dedication to the site, are equally included among the favorites. The style of caz really sucks. But he enjoys unlimited esteem for unknown reasons. Not to mention Sfascia Carrozze for which you need to carry Travelgum while reading and even a bucket to vomit in once finished. The most visionary things, invective of originality and talent are censored. But I would be fine if it were a site like onda rock where they tell you "Okay now describe the album, lock yourself in a room with De Mauro and Garzanti and then show off and spill every musical knowledge for free along your compilation" and you're kicked out a priori. That's their policy and I'm fine with it. Here instead there is a more carefree leftist atmosphere... and... it’s just a damn lie, even here descriptor pretentiousness is rewarded and everyone is allowed to write just to attract the largest number of users possible. Pathetic.

Rightly put, bionic metalhead, if he's 25 and writes like a twelve-year-old, "texting style is really a mess," he's in pretty bad shape. I criticize whoever and whatever I want; invective has been worthy of the highest respect since the times of Petronius and Martial (if not earlier), and it was indeed considered (rightly) an ART. Moreover, one can say "THIS ARTIST IS A GOD; HE MAKES ME FEEL GREAT EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO HIM," but one cannot say "HE SUCKS BIG TIME." This is because there is a kind of positive censorship that no one reflects on. It's acceptable to say "The album is a masterpiece," but not "The album is crap." It's a hypocritical dictatorship; if you express kind words, that's fine, but if you express dissent, the little idiots come out with their usual "Respect blah blah blah" and other various nonsense. Besides, imposing respect for something that another does not respect is always a form of oppression, paradoxically a DISRESPECT. Honestly, I couldn't care less about respect. Ville Valo is crap. Anything else to say?

Ehhh what a meanie. For me, the deep voices belong to Nick Drake, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Nick Cave, and not some MTV brat like Ville Valo here. He's just a damn mannequin who manages to trick girls like you, I deduce that from your age, 12 years old "you are just jealous of all this! x" Yo yo why tvtrbb solooo bonnoo Ville 6 tt qst x me i love u tu tu tu. Learn to write, little shit :)