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a nzùcobr sgomma goes, allying yourself with a character like Chinaski certainly does not bring you honor. You only stand to lose. Focus on your own troubles instead of spouting childish nonsense about my identity and that of Larrok, which you have, and they are quite serious.

no mocampo, just something against the working-class rock.

Chinaski, little idiot, now I'll fuck you: what do you think the expression "specchio per le allodole" means in Italian? I'm waiting for an answer, unless you need to consult your former kindergarten teachers for a suggestion.

Someone call an ambulance for Chinaski, then hire a teacher for the mentally challenged to explain the difference between form and substance.

This Chinaski is really hilarious... the reviewer hasn't imagined a damn thing, a small illiterate forced out of his mind, read again the following sentence: "banal and irritating songs hidden behind excellent production and beautiful arrangements." A proposition of surprising logic, but you still don't grasp its essence... how can one be so stupid? Not even if someone drew pictures for you would you understand? People like you deserve to be slapped in the mouth from morning till night, you’re really messed up, the typical mediocre who needs to be given a hoe and kicked into the fields to work... assuming you even understand which end of the hoe to hold... what a goat you are, stupid brain-dead. Did you even finish elementary school? Guys, how can one be this idiotic? Can someone explain it to me? Of course, I listened to the album, don’t try to wriggle out of it, you freeloader. What disturbs me is that you’re 26 years old, and look at the mental delays you have. "La mia città" is pure crap, like the rest of the tracks, you can shove the horns up your ass and blow into them, you still don’t get that the mere "existence of horns" doesn’t automatically make a song good? You still don’t understand, stupid fool, that what matters is the WAY the horns are used. The arrangements of this piece of crap album are simply decorative, they have a baroque and pathemic function, they say nothing, they are a lure to dazzle fools like you, who inevitably fall for it... but then again, I’m talking to a poor soul who considers indie rock an "overrated" genre, who then listens to this album for horny girls.

"I'm sorry for the reviewer, but verba volant." Idiot, in this case Scripta Manent. And fortunately, even your bullshit volant.

No, my dear idiot, I'm not trying to convince anyone; the issue is that you (incredibly) still haven't understood a damn thing I've said in 200 posts. Everyone else has understood it, yet you're still fixated on the phrase "splendid arrangement, how can it be ugly?" Oh my God, go get yourself treated.

No, nothing, dear Chinaski still doesn't understand, at a ripe old age of 26, that a pleasant form without content is simply something useless, thus ugly and devoid of value. He still doesn't grasp the difference between self-congratulatory aesthetics and the substantial content of a product. Listen a bit, dullard, but if you are given a bright, attractive green watermelon, and then you crack it open to find 3 kilos of fresh diarrhea inside, do you think the watermelon is good?

Get behind me

Oh, but it is sociologically curious to observe the mental delay of individuals like Chinaski. I really can't wrap my head around how he doesn't understand the obviousness of the reviewer’s phrase "In simple terms, trivial and annoying songs hidden behind great production and beautiful arrangements" (who, among other things, emphasized that Larrok's interpretation of his phrase is the exact one; read post 64). It is startling how our good Chinaski fails to grasp the difference between form and substance, startling. Startling how he cannot see the distinction between an aesthetically pleasing arrangement that is merely self-serving and therefore useless, and an arrangement used as a tool to musically narrate something.