Yes, I've recently updated recently. And it was because of personal problems, technical rantings and destructuring of space-time fabric (or whatever it is, because I have not left the fuck ). But we're back and the turn to talk about Singstar , one of the many gadgets stupid to PS2, which bring the console to their family further jeopardizing even the hierarchical position of the dog house.
After bongos, guitars, flyers, microphones, carpet dance and pickled cocks (which will, beware), and can not think of what more peripherals can invade the respectable position of command in the form of "crus" of all life, which has gained the affection of gamer-nineties and is being cruelly neglected by this kind of tools, not to mention the Wii , just as our hands and were more like those of a playmobil than those of the homo sapiens who is supposed to be.
Our cirrhotic companion Margaret Landi would handle the news of the new Singstar titles, but as I usually spend most of our correspondents, has died in a horribly cruel and nasty jumping from a third floor (twice) until your brain has decided to emigrate from the refuge head.
Instead we have a new female partner but not least: the Agent Pitiminí , as homophily does not prevent produce clear and convincing to the cultural attack is a game with karaoke function. Let's see what he has to say.
PITIMINÍ AGENT:
all know that karaoke fucking is one of the worst inventions of humanity. It does not fail. Go with a group of colleagues, all with girlfriend (Except you), and jump a " jo, tíiiiooos do you know what would be GREAT? Going all to a karaoke! ", to which one of your colleagues, lobotomized from coming out with that blond fascist who does not let you get drunk he says enthusiastically with empty eyes " yes! know one around here ...! " and pulls the whole fucking night with all bawling, group, and you wanting to flee the festival pathetic self-esteem.
Because if something is a karaoke, is a celebration of artistic ego (ahem) of any ordinary mediocritas. One of the most horrible inventions of mankind. It's something that was unique to the Japanese and some Got Fingered with little shame, until Idol got the English people came to the strange idea that everyone could be an artist. And Singstar is fatally logical consequence of all this: now the karaoke takes each of the parties, and when you're fucking with your drinks on the couch in your friend's house, is a miserable or unhappy, turn on the play 2, and plug the microphone, while you fart and only half can go to the terrace above Potar neighbor's car. Above the Singstar has the cojones saints include a scoring system if you sing good or bad singing what is right or wrong? fit exactly the word at the time in which the artist says. Coo Nothing, not even pitch, please.
Oh, but who cares. What matters is having fun. And what better way to have fun with the puuuta list of top 40 and / or kiss fm right? That's what they think the perpetrators of this infamous saga, and have already anticipated that we will suffer two new releases: an "international", which joins karaoke classics as "Roxanne" by Police or "Imagine" by John Lennon, with others not even want to imagine their results in a karaoke, and "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana or "Life on Mars?" of Bowie (¿es que no van a respetar nada?). Sinceramente, la veo una lista mucho más indicada para el público norteamericano, mucho más acostumbrado a cantar "Rocket Man" a grito pelao mientras están todo pedos en la celebración de turno.
Por eso hay una entrega más temible, pero al menos con canciones más cortas, que trata de "La edad de oro del pop español", con muchísimas más canciones, todas ellas clásicas de garitos de la calle Serrano inundados por gorditos con camisa y secretarias felatrices en el centro del grupo. Ideal para ese hermano que adora estas canciones no por su calidad, sino porque simplemente las identifica con sus más patéticas experiencias etílicas, at least it is much moved: "Mediterranean" Rebels, "Who cares" of Alaska and Dinarama , and "the warmth of a skol ... this love in a bar" of Gabinete Caligari . Seen walking the stations Carcass type M80, and found that neither the famous Penta out of his jack, queen and king, I doubt that one tenth of those who buy the game - even - know Polansky and burning, the Zombies or Aerolineas Federales, but quiet, and smash you in the future. One might think that these things serve to make these joveznos be interested in these groups, explore the emule, were lowered by soulseek records and adopt a criterion, but remember, that now considered geeks. Mecano will sing, and think it sucks because there are collection Chenoa, Bisbal , Melendi or Estopa .
For my part I have several suggestions for the following Songster:
- One of songs to destroy completely the dignity that fits this subgenre. A bit of "good pay", a bit of "piconera" and we charge what little they got to stop Almodovar liked.
- A classic . With something to destroy opera "Carmen" Zarzuela something for ordinary fucking fags once learn from Chueca and Barbieri are not just a square and Polana Street, and some of minimalism. Yes, a karaoke of the operas of Philip Glass, "Maximizing the audience" by Wim Mertens, Steve Reich and similar nightmares. This would be large-scale terrorism.
- One electronic chunga . No, better one for pelobuhos. I love the mental image of a bunch of Rapa unga-unga doing with the microphone while their "Pibito" forced a laugh watching them.
And so many other wicked ideas. Then I regret it, because surely they would be successful, and had created a monster, and he would kill for what would have to kill all people, surely he deserves, but I feel bad.
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