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darkHaem is a matter of style, which you, no offense intended, lack. It's not a question of MMM, but of the function that MMMs have in the review. As long as you remain so rigid and academic with your ideas, you won't understand it.

Wait a minute: "Sad the nineties... MMM MMM... So much fluff"--- I had missed that. 2

I listen to the albums I review, you often don’t. This review is roughly a three, because it's certainly more original, fresher (though not perfect) than your ultra-canonical and academic one on Paradise Lost. And the content of it, while exaggerating the "Smashing band for queers" aspect, is nonetheless plausible. Especially when I think of Mellon Collie.

darkHaem, maybe you should have a better sense of humor; just because someone writes Comedy, Espionage, Historical in the de-genres doesn't mean they don't deserve to have their review published.

Here's the kind of record I'd like to find at home.

Yes Pixies, I was referring to Zappa's attitude, the father of the most egocentric crazy ones :-) They both seem to have been hyperactive...

But will darkHaem listen to anything other than the most boring, trivial, adolescent Metal that exists? But above all, will he enjoy slapping a 1 on albums he doesn't know at all from genres and musical movements he knows even less about?

Here we go again

BUT WHO REALLY KILLED ALDO MORO????

Gummo, since my first post I referred to Patton as a solo artist. Faith No More cannot be the solo Patton, come on. Otherwise, I would have simply said "Patton," or even better, I would have named Faith No More. Pixies77: Patton's avant-garde approach is at least partially inspired by the ironic histrionics of Zappa, who always tended towards the metagene, which reaches dizzying heights of self-referentiality in Mr. Bungle. Self-referentiality that Zappa, being Zappa, managed to tame in his best works, but to which he also relentlessly inclined by nature. If it suits you better, we can say that the solo Patton has given life to that kind of avant-garde which Humanity really doesn’t need: chaotic, cerebral, utterly nonsensical, eclectic in its premises but hedonistic in its outcome, where the sole purpose seems to be leaving the listener slack-jawed through pure forced instrumental shock combined with screeches that convey a sense of "communicative urgency," but which sound like a faux-studied, pseudo-intellectual exercise that, personally, I can't stand.