Fidia

DeRank : 5,30
DeAge™ : 7472 days • Here since 26 december 2005
Iron Maiden A Matter Of Life And Death
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The review is a compendium of clichés, there's no arguing about that.
I won't vote it anyway because the only reason that drives me to write on this page is to say that Iron Maiden are anything but warmongers, as can be easily understood from some songs like Run To the Hills or The Edge of Darkness, which I quote from memory.
Therefore, your final statement is not accurate and is misleading.
Babyshambles Live @ Rainbow, Milano
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I don't really care for Nirvana, but their historical value is undeniable and, in my opinion, comparing these guys to them is pure madness. As for their music, it means absolutely nothing to me, and I suspect that their success is largely due to the singer's adventures, or rather misadventures, and his over-touted relationship with Moss, which, objectively, has annoyed everyone a bit.
The Knack Get The Knack
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I join Ocram, and I renew my compliments for your versatility.
Dexter Gordon Our Man In Paris
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Congratulations Wanderer.
Royal Trux Hand Of Glory
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Always impeccable.
Testament Practice What You Preach
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I'll take a moment to give you the usual bad grade ;)
Fear Factory Soul Of A New Machine
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Third, I did not write that the reviewer is unfamiliar with the album, nor have I ever doubted that the review is entirely of their own making. What I dislike about this piece is that it seems like a kind of masturbatory self-praise, due to certain phrases highlighted by Bartle and references to genres (EBM) or bands (Jane's Addiction, Sonic Youth, P.I.L.) that could objectively have been left unmentioned. Okay, the band's history, okay the influences, but, in my opinion, moving on to analyze irrelevant topics and seasoning everything with pretentious expressions for their own sake is just a way to show off. Moreover, I repeat, I don’t want to insinuate anything, but for an expert as the reviewer shows themselves to be, consistently confusing the term thrash with trash is at least strange...
Fear Factory Soul Of A New Machine
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No, I'm sorry, but this, in my opinion, is merely a presumptuous display of supposed musical culture. Otherwise, comparisons with other bands or genres that really have nothing to do with Fear Factory wouldn't make sense. I find this review quite tedious and irritating. Maybe next time I'll write a review on Joy Division and talk about how seminal Black Sabbath were in the birth of certain genres, then go on to analyze the causes that led to the birth of American glam, and therefore, Poison and Mötley Crüe dressing like whores. Objectively, there are many things that could have been easily omitted and were included just to show off. An attitude, as far as I'm concerned, that's unbearable, so let me express my judgment. As for the album, I much prefer Demanufacture and Archetype.
Evanescence The Open Door
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I just read your closing.
You’re undeniably cool, Liz, oh my gosh.
I also have no doubt that if you were in front of me, I would be frozen with fear.
Okay, enough, I get it, you’re probably around 12 years old.
You’re just a poor thing, that’s all.
In the sense of: touch everything, but not the Evanescence, otherwise I’ll hit you.
Pathetic, enormously pathetic.
Evanescence The Open Door
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I rewrite the period without typos.
Listen Liz, you have really tired me out now. Don’t you have some band that you think is terrible? Or do you like all music? Well, I think Evanescence are terrible. You can keep talking about them and praising their music as much as you want, but they will always be terrible to me. And spare me, if possible, the childish comments about small brains and various stuff that only demonstrate your immaturity and your inability to accept others' tastes and criticisms. (In simple terms, I said that Evanescence are terrible, but I didn’t say that you don’t understand a thing. Since I consider myself a respectful person towards others, I would expect the same respect from you, thank you. If you can’t manage that, then I reserve the right to tell you to fuck off.