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DeRank ™: 7,33

DeAge™ : 7422 days • Here since 11 february 2006

Bongripper Hippie Killer

18 aug 17

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Oh crap: I let it slip (maybe I forgot). Well, with a sponsorship like that, I can’t help but blast it in my headphones tomorrow at dawn, the usual doom ritual to get me all pumped and cuddly for work.

Bruce Springsteen Devils & Dust

14 aug 17

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I don't know... For me, Brùs's tired album, and that's where I dropped it. Light-years away from Tom Joad, and O'Brien's production is, how can I put it, "too much." Like Black Cowboys: it feels like a leftover from Tom Joad but it's filled in such a way that the bare folk soul is stifled.

Alan Moore La luce del tuo volto

14 aug 17

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I stop at V for Vendetta and Watchmen, which I read in the original language and understood something. But not too much. From how you talk about them, it reminded me of Philip K. Dick or Neuromancer taken to extreme consequences.

Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Feed the Rats

12 aug 17

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It is the stoner stripped of all embellishments, as it should be. In the manner of Sleep but even more basic and psychedelic. The pigs are completely dedicated to the cause, face and hands in the mud, but they lack appeal. The vinyl at Rocket is sold out while it’s available on Amazon for €31; and in my opinion, it’s not worth it.

Papa M Live From a Shark Cage

23 jul 17

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Both this and Whatever Mortal are magical, rare records. Pajo has developed a sparse language but with great communicative impact. Timeless. Above all, Whatever Mortal is so essential that it borders on perfection. The rating for both is 4.99 because the five goes to Fahey. Has anyone heard the album with which he resurrected the name Papa M last year?

Arthur Schopenhauer L'Arte Di Insultare

22 jul 17

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I read that the aforementioned booklet has been compiled by stripping some of Schopenhauer’s invectives of all context. Therefore, this is a non-review of a non-artistic product. It can, however, be classified as public saw.

Bob Dylan The Real Royal Albert Hall 1966 Concert

17 jul 17

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So the bootleg series 4 is NOT the Royal Albert Hall Concert? What the hell... And where does the audience yell "traitor" at him and he replies: I don't believe you, you're a liar? Manchester or Albert Hall. But it doesn't seem to me that he won, at least according to No Direction Home by Scorsese: he was so fed up with the press and the public that after the motorcycle accident he didn’t perform for 8 years. My favorite live performance is the subsequent Rolling Thunder Revue. Favorite in my imagination, of course, since I wasn't born yet. My "least favorite," on the other hand, is when I saw him in Turin about ten years ago. Back to the audience, the whole time sitting at the piano, not a word or a glance at the crowd, songs that all sounded the same. In the end, he stood up and just left, like that.

Woven Hand Star Treatment

17 jul 17

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Refractory Obdurate is perhaps my favorite so far, thanks to a more "heavy" production. The main flaw is a tendency towards a monochord brick wall. In some ways, he reminds me, and I might be saying something silly, of Jeffrey Lee Pierce. As soon as I can, I'll give myself the stellar treatment. Aloha.

With the Dead With the Dead

17 jul 17

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But how come I didn’t even know these With the Dead existed? I’m going to make up for it. Anyway, doom died with the first track of the first Black Sabbath album, amen.

Danny Boyle T2 Trainspotting

17 jul 17

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Trainspotting I watched so long ago that it feels like I’ve never seen it. So for T2 I can leave a comment as a standalone film: beautiful shit. A shit, though with glitter. The emptiness of meaning, yet with nice colors. Then during the worst moments, not even that; it feels like watching MTV music videos. It didn't move me, it didn’t make me laugh, it didn’t connect me with the characters. The conversation at the table between McGregor and Veronika is emblematic: he lists modern misfortunes so obviously that… I don’t know… Then there are scenes that seem thrown in haphazardly just for the sake of it. And the acting? Non-existent. Oh, but visually it looks good. In short, it’s clear that I didn’t like it. By the end of the film, I had an EEG: flat brainwave.