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Panic (Death SS, 2000)

Fans of the hilarious Paul Chain (the monosourcil doom?) know all SS Death.

There are at least 3 good reasons to be interested in Death SS, the reasons that I know that there are 10 years old when I heard of the beast for the first time, but yet hadst he had to disc i see this most attractive regions in the pages of catalogs Adipocere ungrateful ... So, I do not listen hadst, nada, and I regret even more because I liked at the time, then I am too jaded, too naive ... but who cares.

I was saying, 3 good reasons to be interested in this group with the initials of the puppet French car cult Nazi

1. They have a simple name, musty, class and weird at the same time.

2. They are Italians.

3. They are Italians.

And I see at least two other reasons for focusing on this particular album, like me when we contrebranle as his first bass (fictional) of their old cult albums even though this would be to regret in the next few months (because I sense potential in their old washers those old cheesy):

1. The pouch labeled "Satan is Gay", but you guessed it.

2. Miscegenation as an anachronism that has-been heavy traditional + modern sounds kind the poor electro synths and melodies of dork (soaring synths squeaker squeaker peanut almost worthy of the heyday of Italian prog) ... basically a beaufitude worthy of the worst heads of the NWOBHM and doom t 'coupled with the mindset bastard and pseudo-futuristic training as metal or Samael or Kovenant And Oceans, which began to open the sugar stashed behind their T-shirts demon heads, in the late 90s ... the legacy of the metallers Matrix years in Europe, a bigger moron than the alternative scene Rican, gave amazing results. We remember This mini-mode, and Death SS, has his way, but more weird old hand as the rest of the pack, participated in this patchwork now forgotten ... and VLA thee not that I shall cause to be a historian ... Finally, the title of track 3 summarizes the spirit: and save me from myself treading a phalanx to try to knit or less valid arguments + Hi-Tech Jesus.

finally, there is still a 3 ... big plump 3 ... turquoise and death in more

3: tube, called Lady Of Babylon. Evident. Clear. The opposite of my prose ... What a tube., A truth which will trap you and makes you stupid. Perfume secret Mediterranean (in the sense of Aphrodite childien-term) of a refrain in pure olive wood, coupled with a kitsch synths and crystalline vocals and dazzling diva plastic stolen most of cheesy symphonic blackeux Eternal Tears of Sorrow style (unless it is juice gothpouf H ² O style Theatre of Tragedy, in Evian year mood, seems like my double if the metaphor is not clear female singing always will be, worry) and purified by the grace of these demons Transalpine curious ... in a nutshell: the class. The gentle breeze blows the scent of daisies the Elf on the hairy torso of Hardos Latin. FRESH, FRESH, FRESH.
sublime mozzarella, compared with which the Parmigiano Reggiano is that the rest seems too dry mouth at first, then with a few plays we appreciate cheesy flavor to death and the relative strangeness, because eventually even with all Boat plans (gnagnagna), these riffs heard a thousand times (blah), these indigestible lumps of King Diamond, it comes to sing the chorus in the shower, thinking that it's still enough "specs" in the background, because rital it may be ... This could be Scandinavian, but too many elements t'indiquent not ... even if more than riffu claws in the background ... I say it is crap, there is no relation between sentences ... Finally, chacha just that it's fresh, it's ugly, and it is graceful in his disgrace, and it has-been, and he must listen.

Not a killing, but cool enough for an album that I feel the mood to talk to you, my little goats lecherous worshiped.

A fucking washers, even!