It's not that I am intransigent, to judge people so severe and relentless, pounding on every single word spoken, ready to come back to haunt those who have said in my presence at the first opportunity. That is, in short, an unbearable stracciacazzi. That's why people say about me, but it is not true. I also know a little person to be golden indeed. But
when, for the millionth time in my life, talking about music I hear obscenities like,
" Well, maybe to you the [xxx] are shitting stones and water, but from a technical standpoint [yyy] and [zzz ] are impeccable, you can not deny it! "
and
" Sure make crap music, no doubt, but the drummer [CCC] does its job well, this is out of question! "
and in addition:
" Ah as infamous album is rubbish and it is shameful that some songs were even think about it, but there production work behind truly stellar! "
here, I'm not like most of humanity.
But remember, always give respect to others' work (whatever it is), eh! Ah but
eye: respect yes, but still the job is well done according to the criteria by which we judge the traditionally gender stocazzo "or" stammerda, careful not to judge right from optics out because then you end up not having of this or that pile of crap fake and banal, the right vision, or worse, of not being able to place historically. Let it never be!
And if the author is a known genius, before you think I've done a whore you're careful to evaluate all the other assumptions, to chop his work in every infinitesimal part, maybe it's so genius that you do not realize, and still is, of course there will be some interesting things and always will be worth the trouble to pay attention in every detail, even losing sight of the fact that the work is a total crap. (*)
mica can not say that one thing makes you sick, is likely to appear as one that does not mean it that speaks without weighing all the elements involved. You must first have a pedigree of the musicians in mind, to know the instruments and the drum set used, remember the album kept by the same manufacturer and so on. Whether the songs themselves are a hodgepodge of stale riffs badly glued to each other by drum patterns ridiculous, redundant, and everything else is a contradictory mix of citations (plagiarism =) delusions of leadership and individual, matters little. Look how much skill with playing these crap!
[ the sexual metaphor that sums up humorously the sloth de 'day ]
"lifer Ah look at the psychopathic murderess of children with whom they put me in jail is certainly a despicable person and I slammed the face wall and then raped repeatedly, but he has a penis really nice and big and knows how to use it, you have to give him Act! "
[ end ]
Hear, hear how clean the sound and how high the volume of the recording! It is very high, you feel how the fucking altissimissimo volume of this fucking awful song (**) ! And hear the sounds of tom as are deep in this passage that would also include a goatherd zufolante dell'Herat, just beautiful!
Fri deserve them, Dream Theater. And all the side-project including how not to mention the OSI and the Transatlantic, or Liquid Tension Experiment.
You deserve this cover as , expressing her going your mediocrity (***) .
You deserve the ultimate miscarriage of Metallica, the previous, simultaneous viewing MTV Icon with their guests of honor, the film-truth (?) "Some Kind of Monster" and this video clip. You deserve
movies Marilyn Manson attached to his cd. You deserve
Chicago that have become a rock classic, and Pappalardo who sings in tribute to Baptists. You deserve the
OF MISFITS JERRY ONLY .
Then I keep wondering why no longer released albums like this:
(But even as this or this, to be honest.)
Keep segarvi on your big shift workers who can not think of a sequence of notes but they sound decent God for that of others, ejaculate blood on your dick vintage sounds on your music-wave revival, the old-style synth (AAAAHHHHHHH!!) and of Baustelle "The Underworld" (****) .
Listen to me, put your ear, light of my eyes misted and old: never trust, never, NEVER say that people always find something good in things, of those who never say that a cd is a shit but they have a mouth full of "masterpieces" of those who never loses his balance, which is an awkward comparison Weltron.
are their own, apparently sloth, to issue the most devastating and irrevocable judgments against people, to drive them out of the circle, to exclude them in the most cowardly and infamous (*****) .
Avoid them like the plague. Keep them away, insultateli, accoltellateli gallbladder.
Give them a fucking reason to hate you true and force them to take a clear position.
For the good of all.
Yes, I gained.
But listen to "Sadness Will Prevail" by Today Is The Day helps to digest.
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(*) : a name and a surname? Roger Waters. Ça Ira, porcodio, CA IRA. For one thing.
(**) : yes ok, Raw Power in the mix in 1997 by Bruce Dickinson (faithful to the original master wanted to be Iggy Pop, Bowie not to tweakability of 73) is perhaps "The Loudest Album Ever "And all this raise the volumes is killing the music together with other 2 * 10 48 things, but it's another story, right?
(***) : fuck I can not help thinking of their fans in the office playing with those fucking balls desk with a smile as they watch the video on YT. is an image that grips my heart, in its way is something to skip the three-legged dog with Alice In Chains.
(****) : yes, I admit. the "Subsidiary explained" I like, and "The Song of the reformatory" is a beautiful song, with controcoglioni. if dreams Bianconi to write a piece like this, now. Enjoy the ranking, fags, so good.
(*****) one day I'll tell you what I think of the inner torment of Roger Waters. Wish You Were Here, diocane, ugly hypocritical whited sepulcher Vietnamese son of a bitch with AIDS. WISH YOU WERE HERE.
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