Course for reviewers, exercise 1...
(take random sentences from the reviews on the homepage of debaser and blend them)
EXECUTION
Tongue twisters sung at the top of our lungs, wild shards of sonic devastation.
The motivational machine that spurs us on, like when a sound evokes an action.
Someone bellows in Finnish, then spits on the ground and summons all the phlegm they have in their body.
And it's at this point that the blasphemy begins, the fearsome intersection between an unkempt pogo and an elevated piano, between green hills in the distance, gypsy violins, and Sioux percussion.
Finally, an acoustic guitar and so, so much serenity.
(The title is everything that Sandro Giacobbe would have wanted to do and the music industry did not allow him to.)