Undying

Masterpiece. Masterpiece. Masterpiece. Tori, I think you are my concept of beauty (In every sense).
Great Cleo...(sorry for the delay)

Awesome feedback. What a laugh, damn...

Damn, the champions' staff!!! What a forgetfulness!!!! And then I forgot Albano and that fucking ameba-Lecciso!!!
Okay, I’ll prepare the farewell cassette like a kamikaze.

What can I say, Janis is one of those people who represented the purity of music the most, the desire to express oneself at all costs and to scream all the despair and the will to live that one has inside...

Damn Phillip, I too can't sleep peacefully, but not for the same reason as you. The cause is the latest dreadful little jingle from the Vodafone commercial that has wormed its way into my central nervous system with the devastation of Ebola. And the trouble is that it's even by the Rolling Stones... ahhh sadness ahhh how we've fallen low jagger is a sociopath.....

I’m still recovering from Phillip's last “witty” comment... so Revolver, I’m totally on board. The main targets are Costanzo, her husband, Chico "Rabbi" Mentana, CostantinoDaniele, Barbara D'Urso, the moles, La Parodi, Bonolis, and the fetid friend, Fede.... urgh, I think we need someone else. I see it as difficult with just two people. It needs to be planned down to the smallest details. And whoever survives will blow themselves up at a concert of their choice among Vasco Rossi, Ligabue, Tiziano Ferro, Laura Pausini, the Pooh (a name that’s quite onomatopoeic), Meneguzzi, Renato Zero, Pausini, and, especially, DJ Francesco and Gigi D'Alessio. I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone and I apologize for that, but it’s all I can remember from my daily hour of TV (lunch and dinner because my grandma turns it on). To which we must add the sacred half hour of The Simpsons, of course.

I completely agree Qzerty....evil is deeply rooted and has countless causes.
However...hihi....I would enjoy it a lot....

A really little review, even though I share some ideas—like the closure on the fake guitar deities, the pathetic messers Vai and Satriani, who can get as hyped as they want but playing the guitar isn’t about spending your life melting your fingers and doing exercises at 200 BPM just to show off to others how cool you are. When it comes to compilations as a way to get closer to a band, I don’t agree—I think like Uncle Burba. An album isn’t just any sequence of songs but a unified work that makes sense only in itself and in that order of tracks, and indeed in the right balance of an album lies a significant merit.

Absolutely right, Jim. A review that sucks, first of all, in itself (endless banality), and then from my personal point of view, which considers this album a gem.

Oh no, if I kill myself, I'll let them win. Instead, sooner or later, I’ll take care of these morons myself. Who wants to blow themselves up with me at the Mediaset headquarters? Future generations will thank us for getting rid of Costanzo and his husband.
Hihihihi...(psychopathic-obsessive giggle)