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Doom.
Doom done well, you told me, the kind with moaning vocals, vintage effects, shit, and caboodle.
You also told me they are the new Electric Wizard. Sounds, attitude, occult, loads of chicks.

Years ago, Galliani said that Gourcuff would be the new Zidane. Feet, head, sense of position, spirit of sacrifice.
Galliani had to boost the season ticket campaign, and with Milan fans, you can tell them anything, they'll always believe. Then Gourcuff didn't even resemble Zidane's right shin guard, but never mind, the subscriptions were sold.

I'm not subscribing to any shit, and you can't tell me these are the new E.W. without me telling you to fuck off. And I did tell you to fuck off. Idiot.
Then I listened to the record, and indeed, we're not quite there on the sounds yet, but the attitude... Maybe you were right, as painful as it is to admit: you listen to them and think of Jus and the band. and it makes you quite happy, because it's not an easy thing.
You told me they come from where their first album says, that with papers and amps they can do what their second does, and even though I have no idea what the fuck the title of this third work means, you're quite sure they can stick to it "from de beghinning till di end".
Once I listened to it, I have to agree with you a second time: whatever it means, they are loyal to it.
You threw an "Electric Wizard" at me and got called an "Idiot", if now you can throw a "Zidane" at me and pass it to Parma, I'll give you my sister. Because now I get it: you can't trust Galliani, but you can trust you, damn it.
What did you say your name was? You don’t remember? And where do I find you now?
Fuck, what a shitty life.

Translated it means: it's a doom album. In its genre, it's pure gold. In all of music, it's stuff that a metalhead should be willing to pay for with blood.