Loosely translated they say:
...That the tonic had changed completely from the previous day was certified by the guiris Pigs x 7, some chalaos with the look of beach players commanded by a mystic vocalist who had to be seen moving halfway between the sumo wrestlers and the aerobic exercises for smokes. Because his stoner rock in the path of Kyuss certainly had a lot of hang and seemed the product of an excessive intake of peyote, but at the same time possessed an overwhelming personality capable of invoking even thousand-year-old gods. I want your shit....
See the full review here: Mariskal Rock
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