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Easycure, I didn't equate Gallagher with Lennon: I wrote that he will sit at his right hand, which is quite a different concept. I didn’t say that Noel replaces the author of "Imagine," just that, from various perspectives—not only musical—he has proven to be the worthy heir. This is my opinion, plain and simple. As for the "colorful" tones of my review, I would like to emphasize this point once again: I have a deep aversion to cold reviews, written without emotional fervor or linguistic suggestions. Many people review albums as if they are talking about boxes of detergent, with a bank clerk's demeanor.
At the risk of seeming ridiculous, I reject this approach to writing. It’s no coincidence that the greatest music journalists, like Lester Bangs, to name the most famous, have entered the myth precisely because they overturned the conventions of cheap music journalism. I simply want to follow in his footsteps: I do not presume to convince the reader to agree with me, but I desire to encourage them to listen to the album, which is ultimately the most important thing, regardless of whether it’s good or bad. It’s absurd to try to reflect the viewpoint of hundreds of people; everyone will have different reactions. Thus, I can only speak extensively in a way that leads the potential listener to seriously engage with the reviewed album to see if they feel part of my opinion or not.
I don’t use words carelessly; this is what many fail to understand: every sentence is crafted, worked on, and earned. I believe that anyone reading without the prejudice linked to the "Francis character" that has been sewn onto me can easily understand the reasons behind my statements and my writing style.

And kiss my feet because the greatest gift in sending this review to Debaser I gave to you, you idiot!!!

I reiterate: you don't have the GUTS to face me, you can't do it.
Give it up, there are plenty of 12-year-old metal fans seeking your attention; maybe you'll at least get some appreciation from them.

Yes Caz, you don’t even have the balls to start a controversy directly in the comments, no, you have to shoot your nonsense on the homepage...a gesture of a baseness at least equal to your dignity. You made the biggest fool of yourself in your life: this is because you lack THE BALLS, Caz, THE BALLS. I may be a character created by George Lucas, but who will remember you?

Anyway, stay calm, you will read my next review on Debaser in 4000 years... go back to playing with your toys, kids.

Zurk, you jerk, go tell that to your desk mate. All I know is that I submitted this review without any intention of personal provocation, and I ended up with an offensive homepage and 15 comments full of insults signed by anonymous users. People despise what they are afraid of, and once again I've confirmed that this site is a fish market.

Nice little article on the homepage, a lovely lesson in style and good taste, I must say. Not even signed, by the way. Eneat, run while you still can.

Antimo, obviously I wasn't referring to you, who at least have the good sense to sign your name: the point of this review is that when discussing music, you must inject a part of yourself, dissect your own impressions while also challenging the album you’re talking about… I can’t stand reviews that are written like "a chore to be done," and I think the difference is quite noticeable.
Now, addressing the other beasts who (as I expected) would come to ramble:
first of all, you should thank me for gifting you 20 minutes of great journalism (and I thank, to be fair, whoever edited the review, despite everything), a nice lesson on how to write decently and how to engage the reader, keeping them glued to their computer screen (prefacing that I totally agree with everything I've written).
Second, if you’re a bunch of unfortunate losers who need to instigate wars between sites to get by, I don’t care, those are things I'll gladly leave to you along with the pimples that torment your 15 years and the girls who won’t give it up.
Third, my review is excellent and contains passages of the highest level like this:
"È una estate desertica, così come sembra che Noel predichi nel deserto (dell'idiozia) quando, armato di chitarra con il fido Gem alle spalle, si improvvisa Don Chisciotte nella marziale 'The Importance Of Being Idle', affidandosi al verbo di Ray Davies, oppure quando in 'Part Of The Queue' (ispirata a 'Love Will Come Trough' dei Travis) esprime un rassegnato grido di dolore di fronte all'autoomologazione che spinge l'uomo a un sereno, ma mediocre anonimato."
These are beautiful words. Let those who wish to understand, understand; for the others, I can only feel pity. Bye everyone.

My vote

Okay, that's fine, I have nothing else to add. You are right. It has been, until today, a pleasure to write for you. Good luck.