francis

Learn to type the letters on the keyboard... you can't get it right, damn it!

PPS.DICKHEAD!!

PS. Dumbass!

But keep your damn Kraftwerk!! (now let's see how many microseconds it takes before you lose your mind), Germans of my balls!!! It’s clear that you’re just the classic lonely worm who goes around bothering everyone in every review and looking for fights: I've outed you, you little fool, it’s obvious from the other comments you scatter here and there. You can’t do anything but play the teacher with a stick up your ass... ah ah ah I laugh at you, you little fool!! And now enough, I don’t want to anymore, I regress when I talk to poor souls like you.

As for kosmogabri, for me the controversy ends here: I have no intention of continuing with this little child who thinks he’s the teacher with the wand telling people what they should and shouldn’t do.

And you, after an endless rant where you've insulted me in various ways (from ignorant to trendy MTV follower, etc.), expect that I might engage in any discussion with you? Do you have any idea? Listen up, you piece of shit, you're taking up too much space: I indulged you in your first "humorous" post, but now you're overdoing it. Forget stories, you want a fight, a flame. So fuck off!!! I didn’t come to you to ask for anything, and discussing what "dance" is and what "techno" is bores me a lot, since for me the second term is a derivative of the first: but can you understand that, damn it? I’ll gloss over all the other crap you’ve thrown at me in these last posts because I’d be much heavier, and I don't feel like fighting, given that you're the classic "provocateur" who can't do shit and is worth shit. I’m sorry, idiot, but I’m not taking your invitation. I've been listening to billions of records since I was 8 years old and you shouldn't be the one judging my expertise, so just stay calm in your imaginary fucking raves and don’t step on my toes because I won’t step on yours. Adios.

Logically, the fact remains that from now on I will put spaces after punctuation: but that doesn't change the fact that certain "cazziatoni" are exaggerated.

Far from me to create controversies about punctuation, I also mention it in my review of the Prodigy: it's just that one really doesn’t notice it. At this point, I will try to write reviews more slowly, if it's something that matters to you so much.

Regarding spaces after punctuation: don't be a pain!!! I write instinctively, and if I'm not 100% organized, I'm sorry, but I don't judge a review based on these trivialities. Moreover, I couldn't care less about ending up on the homepage. With all the illiterates writing in here, I can't be bothered to get frustrated over punctuation or dot dot dots... I can try to be more "aesthetic," but if someone gets a headache reading it, that's their problem. Read Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, and then tell me. Aside from that, just as I thank and respect those who have given me this space to write about music, I would like to be treated equally in return, okay?

I'm responding to puntinipuntini: please try to stay calm because you're making me nervous. Also, try to write more clearly, you sound like someone who has a chili pepper up their ass: I may have never been to a rave, but I get the impression that you live in one constantly, and I don't know how much you can relate to reality. If a criticism is constructive and has substance, I accept it and we can discuss it, but if it's just a series of mumblings from someone dyslexic, then I get angry. I can also overlook your insolence, but the fact remains that if we start discussing the actual validity of musical "labels" and who was first to invent this or that genre, we could end up at the tribal dances of African communities... for example, what genre would you assign to artists like Beck, Radiohead, or Sigur Ros? Don't you understand that in any case, someone would still be unhappy? Can you at least get to that point? Now, regarding the Prodigy album not being the best, we can agree on that; I haven't praised it either: but if you dare come to tell me that I don't understand a damn thing, etc., etc., things change a lot because you really show me that you're an idiot. A movement is only such when it reaches the masses, and not just in clubs; you should know this: hence my reference to 1997's "The Fat Of The Land." If you have something to say about my reviews, try to be clearer and more lucid while writing because I don't feel like arguing about nonsense.