Damn little frog fart, you are outdoing yourself and pulling out something not even Elly Schlein on acid.

 I can’t breathe, the sky is falling, my tongue is on fire...

 Rashomon becomes the most fascinating 'Rubik’s Cube' cinema has ever offered, capable of satisfying both the grandiose needs of the masses and the needs of the soul and intellectual acrobats.

 It is a quest for mystery through a series of different, even contradictory, testimonies that relativize to the point of deeply questioning the concept of truth.

 "Night tree bark, knives born from rust whisper the names, the time, and the hearts."

 "Fresh as the oblivion poppy the mouth that kisses it."

 Karen sings with a 'normalcy' that leaves one astonished, hiding a chasm you cannot help but be attracted to.

 That little album is a subdued scream, a rebellion born defeated, a whispered martyrdom of immeasurable talent burned by conformity.

 She did not deserve to die that way, alone and sad, far from her loved ones.

 All for you, my dearest Annelies. Rest in peace. Until the day we meet in the afterlife.

 Jack is a saint who fits well in hell and the devils are all his friends.

 Singapore is the side effect of a dream. Port of an army of saints.

 "Fragile pop gems, lost in the drift of a semi-asleep sound and almost at the limit of the perceptual threshold."

 "An album so beautiful that you don’t know whether to laugh or cry, and then a smile escapes from those who, at least for a moment, have found a home."

 A sulking child, with his little Cossack coat. Childhood photos, reluctant portraits of the musician as a brat.

 Foresteppe shuns words, the easy path of storytelling. And tells silent stories, papier-mâché landscapes.

 ‘What kind of people are these... Humans, you say, what kind of primitive and incoherent people are they if they end up using kitchen means for... for...’

 ‘And yet the effect is indescribably beautiful, I don’t even know why, but it’s... beautiful, here.’

 ‘What kind of people are these... Humans, you say, what kind of primitive and incoherent people are they if they end up using kitchen means for... for...’

 ‘And yet the effect is indescribably beautiful, I don’t even know why, but it’s... beautiful, here.’

 "The Ape of Naples stands as a monument to the artistic audacity of Coil, confirming them as one of the fundamental pillars of experimental electronic music."

 "It is an almost inhuman experience, a journey into the abyss of the human mind that leaves an indelible imprint on our soul."

 "A spectral echo of the harmonica traces the way. One could drive with eyes closed, far from home."

 "Cowboy boots and hat but sitting in a tea room drinking excellent Earl Grey, strictly stained with one-fifth milk."

 Flaming Creatures erases the lines — a protest shout screamed at the top of their lungs.

 It looks like a poorly made Dreyer film from the 30s, very poorly, but with a perfectly chosen soundtrack.

 The spirit of Sprung Aus Den Wolken hovers among those ruins like crows gliding over decomposed flesh, a spirit as pure as crystal-clear mountain water.

 A manifesto of overflowing creativity, a mutant and bastard offspring of those filthy ruins.

 The improbable manifests itself with the simplicity of the everyday.

 The art of zoom to assert: "heard up close, everything is a world".

 Between melody and dissonance, in precarious balance, Basho has found the squaring of his circle.

 His youthful ardor for primitivist minimalism... matures into suites so tempered, where the stasis of an intangible raga is poured out, sharpened in bursts of dissonance.

 Listening to it, in fact, I fell in love with Sarah Records.

 You hear the track and think of a radio station broadcasting only for you and it’s like casting off among the sparks of guitar light.

 A sound does not refer to anything but itself. Indeed, a sound does not refer. A sound simply is.

 The programmatically ordered music of the second is the human attempt to harness and translate what was free and original in the first. And, simply, "does not work".

 "That 'I love you' from which the rebellion and ruin of Winston and Julia starts... seemed so frightening to unleash that whole system against the two poor sacrificial victims."

 "More than those half-asses of the IRD, the Americans had well understood the potential of your books and, especially, those two 'guides' of anti-communism that were 'Animal Farm' and '1984'."

 "Thought Gang is ultimately a Spiritual Commando that tends to isolationism and psychic communication."

 "In the chaos of noise are hidden all the potential sounds that can become music."