Stràfiko Piezzecore

The comment from the Barbie, always a source of good advice, is not made lightly: even the Menabrea doesn't go down as smoothly as this record. Soc, also to help those who might not understand what you're talking about, I would add Devid Baui to the list of authors who have influenced ours, don’t you agree?

Coelum, you’re right, the situation has indeed reached its peak... but the guy is a comedic caricature, how can you not indulge him? Just write a couple of words and he explodes in a mix of surrealism and regime clichés... even Easy wants to stop, but he can’t, it’s like a drug; every time he responds, he makes you laugh so hard that you just have to keep going, damn it, YOU HAVE to, you can’t stop... he's even created alter egos that support each other ("Mauro, I’ll give you some advice as a friend: forget about these poor fools." "You’re right, Achille... but how the hell are you?!?") As for Hal... well, I believe he has shown cultural knowledge both in terms of historical knowledge and in his ability to engage in dialogue and tolerance: hats off.

Sorry, but weren't you supposed to fuck off about ten posts ago?

Mauro, you haven't stopped by to hook up with my old lady anymore. Give me a call later so we can make plans.

one of the few truly essential extreme albums of the '90s (alongside chaos a.d. and demanufacture). Nice review, although given the album, I would have appreciated if you had thrown in a few more swear words and nastiness. But I can't really expect everyone to share my artistic sensibility...

my little friend... I haven't changed my nickname at all, it just wasn't me writing (don't strain yourself too much, I fear it's a concept beyond your reach). Anyway, I eagerly awaited your new comment because the mix of nonsense and clichés you provided was missing the "dirty, stoned communist" one. No doubt about it, I love you more and more, you make me feel prouder of who I am. Now I'm saying goodbye: I have to go roll a joint and get the ticks out of my dreads...

Where are you? I love you, my little fascist hammer. You are touching. I would build a monument for people like you, believe me: it takes real courage to walk around shouting such things. To be so careless as to make such mixes (what the hell does the left have to do with Craxi's PSI???). To talk about governments using legislation to protect their own interests (when I read that part, I cracked up!!!). And forget about sister: I would let the whole family and even the neighbors have a go (watch out for the old lady in the apartment on the left; if you go too hard, she might have a fainting spell). Trust me, you don't provoke any anger in me; on the contrary: I genuinely enjoy your outbursts and I truly hope that you give your best in the next one. Until next time, little golden duke!

As a reviewer of the album - and thus an involuntary culprit of the controversy - I feel compelled to intervene. I want to make an appeal and ask you, bastard communists, to stop criticizing Mauro. I have read his words, and I already feel a fondness for him. Mauro, wherever you are, know that Piezzecore loves you. It’s true, I wrote this review because before you entered my life, I was a damned leftist. It’s all true, I was a sodomite just like Ciccio Rutelli and I wrote pointless crap against Bush, who risked his own life to defend our freedom, against his own interests. I was the disgrace of the Italic lineage, which you honor and defend with manly pride. You are the light; you have redeemed me. And don’t listen to those who say you are just a little frustrated onanist compensating for your social failures by leaving useless posts on music sites. Don’t listen to those who tell you that the reason you can’t get laid even if you paid for it in gold is because you make bullshit speeches like a smug ignorant right-winger: those who say that are just filthy bastard red scum, biased, bullshitters, conspiracy theorists, and child-eaters, and they should all be confined to Siberia like they did in their time. But thanks to you, I have changed. I have shed the rags of the infamous communist, and as I write to you, I have a bandana on my head and I have already contacted a mafia boss to be my stableman, just like He did (a verifiable fact as documented in the Palermo prosecutor's office). Thank you.

Well, nana, as I was telling you hier soir, the foul language has traveled uncontrollably through the paths carved by my love for this album. Anyway, if you behave yourself during the week, I'll bring it to you. Of course - as I know you'll appreciate - I'll swing by in my smart with a white polo, flip-flops, and trendy glasses. Taac, two beers at mom's and let's go!

Great review even though Jungian writings generally leave me a bit indifferent (Freud, with all the nonsense he says, resonates with me much more). One thing is true though: everyone who goes around suffocating to Limp Bizkit and Evanescence should listen to this album and redeem their sinful souls.