marco85

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Dream Theater Metropolis Pt. 2: Scenes From a Memory
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Sorry, but those are reviews from Debaser! They also received a high rating! They are not reviews from music critics (no offense to the, otherwise excellent, reviewers!). And then that argument is valid if you want to understand the THOUGHT of a critic in its entirety (which is what interests me)! If, on the other hand, you're only interested in contingent judgments (related to individual works, perhaps because you need to buy them), then you can also rely on texts like the one by Bangs that you recommended to me! But you will always have an absolutely insufficient overview of the thinker!
Dream Theater Metropolis Pt. 2: Scenes From a Memory
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What a real sadness...
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"snobbish, pompous, arrogant and presumptuous" all this for a criticism of your study method (since the groups you mentioned are not rap, you haven't proven a thing). A critique I expressed in a way that would be understandable even to a child but that, obviously, you didn't grasp. How sad. Stay anonymous; it's for the best.
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I mean, you didn't understand a damn thing from all that speech! And thank goodness I rewrote it twice!
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Dude, you seriously don't get it! What does the whole review thing have to do with anything? That was about the general opinion of the critics... Anyway, look, I’m the arrogant and presumptuous one (though I don’t know why, since I’ve shown that even in "rap" groups that aren’t really rap, you’ve said inflated nonsense) let’s just drop it. Keep living in your dream.
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Now just see that even RATM is doing rap! But go ahead, you could really use a nice ludic therapy!
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Look, I deal with people every day (including colleagues) of all kinds! But a person so clueless...
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LET THE SHEEP PASS, GO AHEAD
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Are you ready to answer, huh! And it’s my ass that’s itching, but go and take care of yourself! But if I can’t even get information on the internet, where am I supposed to get it? Can you tell me? I asked you for book titles and you were completely clueless! You’re such a loser. The truth is that you’ve intervened so much just to be a pain in the ass; in fact, all you’ve done is spout nonsense and you didn’t even log in with your original username, you pathetic idiot! I’d really like to know who you are, surely the most miserable one on Debaser! You invented the competitions, you idiot; I’m just reminding you that this is a serious issue and it needs to be addressed properly! But what results of mine would I have talked about? I only talked to you about approach! And that’s not good enough for you because you think you know everything! You’re just a poor mediocre and childish person who can’t accept anything! Keep screaming like a little queer all by yourself so you can feel accomplished.
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cLOUDDEAD: "Ten" offers, throughout the tracklist, small lo-fi symphonies that sway between blessed and cursed hip-hop and American-rooted indie rock, from certain experimental pop (take Amnesiac by Radiohead, for example) to diabolical and creative ambient electronics worthy of the Warp catalog and, in particular, of Boards of Canada. "It's difficult, almost impossible to describe their music: imagine modern Residents intoning rhymes and lumbering laments over beats with ambient sounds reminiscent of Brian Eno, and you might be close (perhaps) to the mark." Dalek: "I knew nothing about the trio in question, except for their affiliation with the Ipecac label and their very original approach to rap." Enter the non-music of Dälek. Dirty, obsessive drums accompany our rapper's rhymed invectives, tons of industrial noise, devastating feedback, and frantic scratches almost completely bury it, but never fully suppress it, always mindful of balance. As I imagined: contamination of multiple genres! To define it as rap music is reductive (and therefore wrong), but here, to justify their nonsense, anything goes. PASS IT, PASS IT BUT DON'T COME BACK!