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    Amigos, li essa obra do Rick Veitch e... Bem, merece todo o "cult" que existe sobre ela!

    Primeiramente, não achei em lugar nenhum o nome do desenhista da hq. Logo, presumo que foi o próprio (chupa!) Rick quem ilustrou, o que me surpreende: o cara tem um traço muito bom!

    O roteiro é bom pra caramba: mostra um grupo de super-heróis (notadamente inspirados em Batman, Mulher-Maravilha e Super) violentos, que treinam e deturpam seus sidekicks. O objetivo dessa postura é [hide:9eee5f8dff]levar os "ajudantes" a caminharem para a morte, o que faria os heróis lucrarem com os royalties dos produtos licenciados! [/hide:9eee5f8dff]

    Muito do que se tornaria tendência na metade da década de 90 já estava ali: a violência chocante, os heróis de caráter duvidoso... Authority, por exemplo, bebeu muito na fonte de Bratpack: a dupla de heróis homossexuais [hide:9eee5f8dff]True-man/Mint equivalmen a Apollo/Midnighter. [/hide:9eee5f8dff].

    E o mais importante (que é revelado pelo Gaiman, no prefácio ao TP): a história foi criada logo após o publico americano ter votado pela morte do Jason Todd. Logo, é evidente como o Rick Veitch foi perpicaz, sagaz, audaz e arrojado ao notar a crescente sede de sangue do público dos hqs, abordando esse tema imediatamente e antecipando em quase uma década a era dos "ultraviolência".

    Além disso, Bratpack aborda muitas coisas interessante: racismo, feminismo, homossexualismo, poder da mídia, a importância dos pais na formação da criança, etc. E nunca caindo na auto-indulgência de um Winick da vida.

    Recomendo vivamente e "de com força". Para mim, uma das melhores obras que já li em toda a minha vida.

    Nota 10!

    Não importa o quanto você se esforce, é impossível ser cool em Belém do Pará

  • #2
    Scans?
    Send down the firewalker
    Send down the neon priest
    Send down the junky doctor
    Send down the shadow king
    Down through the heart of the city at night
    In black and white

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    • #3
      Postado originalmente por artvandelay
      Scans?
      Cara, não sei se tem scans. Mas procure, por que vale muito a pena.

      Chifradas,

      Não importa o quanto você se esforce, é impossível ser cool em Belém do Pará

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      • #4
        Também me junto ao pedido de scans. Quando procurei no eMule, só encontrei o primeiro número.
        If drums are the foundation, guitars the finishes, and voice the fluorish; bass is the soul.

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        • #5
          Cê comprou isso importado ou saiu por aqui? É um TP só? Achei interessante a premissa. Morre em quanto?
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          • #6
            Re: Bratpack - Avaliação

            Postado originalmente por Minotauro
            Primeiramente, não achei em lugar nenhum o nome do desenhista da hq. Logo, presumo que foi o próprio (chupa!) Rick quem ilustrou, o que me surpreende: o cara tem um traço muito bom!
            O Rick Veitch desenhou o Monstro do Pântano, e veio dos quadrinhos ingleses, se não me engano.
            "Uma das pessoas menos agradáveis do MBB." - SJWscott

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            • #7
              Re: Bratpack - Avaliação

              Postado originalmente por Minotauro
              Amigos, li essa obra do Rick Veitch e... Bem, merece todo o "cult" que existe sobre ela!

              Primeiramente, não achei em lugar nenhum o nome do desenhista da hq. Logo, presumo que foi o próprio (chupa!) Rick quem ilustrou, o que me surpreende: o cara tem um traço muito bom!
              Você não conhecia o traço do Veitch, Mino? Nao leu monstro do pântano?

              E esse gibi parece bem interessante.
              Blame it on the Bossa Nova.

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              • #8
                Re: Bratpack - Avaliação

                Postado originalmente por Mr. Mojo Risin
                Postado originalmente por Minotauro
                Primeiramente, não achei em lugar nenhum o nome do desenhista da hq. Logo, presumo que foi o próprio (chupa!) Rick quem ilustrou, o que me surpreende: o cara tem um traço muito bom!
                O Rick Veitch desenhou o Monstro do Pântano, e veio dos quadrinhos ingleses, se não me engano.
                Não, ele é americano, mas trabalhou mais com quadrinhos underground.
                É fácil quando se sabe.

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                • #9
                  sempre que vejo esse TP na super me coça a mão.

                  ha ha ha ha ha olhem o que eu achei :

                  Brat Pack, de Rick Veitch, sairá no Brasil pela Brainstore
                  Fonte: Press Release (22/12/2003)

                  A Brainstore Editora acertou com o artista Rick Veitch o lançamento de Brat Pack.

                  O autor é conhecido no Brasil pelo seu trabalho em Monstro do Pântano. Sua fase ao lado do escritor Alan Moore está sendo publicada pela editora, e o terceiro volume da série saiu recentemente.

                  Quando do seu lançamento nos Estados Unidos em 1990, por meio de uma parceria entre a King Hell Press e a Tundra Publishing, Brat Pack causou grande constrangimento no "meio super-heroístico" e mexeu com conceitos considerados "inabaláveis".

                  A obra, pintada em tons de cinza pelo próprio Veitch, é uma HQ que chocará os habituais leitores de quadrinhos e enraivecerá os mais conservadores.

                  No mesmo acordo, a Brainstore garante a preferência para o lançamento de The One e The Maximortal. A editora pretende lançar Brat Pack em março de 2004, no mesmo padrão da edição lançada este ano pela King Hell, e com introdução de Neil Gaiman (Sandman).
                  Isso é só uma brincadeira ...

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                  • #10
                    Postado originalmente por Goyo
                    Cê comprou isso importado ou saiu por aqui? É um TP só? Achei interessante a premissa. Morre em quanto?
                    Comprei importado, via Amazon. Tá custando 16 doletas (fora o frete, claro).

                    Ó a capa aqui:


                    Postado originalmente por Live Wire
                    Você não conhecia o traço do Veitch, Mino? Nao leu monstro do pântano?

                    E esse gibi parece bem interessante.
                    Nunca li o Monster do Pântano... Por isso que estou tão interessado no lançamento da Pixel!

                    Digitando "Rick Veitch Bratpack Review" no google, eis os resultados:

                    [hide:9ae26eae43=Simple Weblog (Nota 4 de 5)]Brat Pack
                    (Please visit the ADD Blog for more current reviews)
                    Brat Pack
                    By Rick Veitch
                    Published by King Hell Press

                    Writer/artist Rick Veitch has done a lot of work around the periphery of superhero comics over the past couple of decades, perhaps most notably on DC's Swamp Thing (with and without writer Alan Moore) and most recently on Aquaman for the same publisher. He was embroiled in a controversy over his Swamp Thing story that featured Jesus Christ as a character, causing him to leave the title, and undoubtedly has experienced many frustrations at the hands of his publishers. Frustration can lead to rage, and Brat Pack is fueled by that emotion. Yeah, Veitch was clearly pissed when he originally created this work (which was first collected in the early 1990s).

                    Despite the overwhelming sense of hatred for superhero genre conventions (specifically the "kid sidekick"), Veitch's story can be reduced to fairly standard plot descriptions. Someone is killing superhero sidekicks; but who, and why?

                    Within this structure, Veitch posits some of the most grotesque relationships imaginable for his characters -- sexual abuse, sadism, drug abuse, basically any extreme act of horror an adult can visit upon a child is depicted with vicious glee by Veitch. After five vile "superheroes" lose their teen companions, a new batch of fresh meat is recruited and soon corrupted by their manipulative and domineering mentors. The older "heroes" are avatars for icons like Batman, Wonder Woman and Green Arrow, but Veitch cuts right to the subtext (real and perceived), making the Batman-like character a child-molesting dark vigilante, as some have always seen him.

                    The rest of the familiar characters are equally repugnant in their own ways, and their flaws, weaknesses and opportunism are really their only character traits. They are beloved by the people, but we never really see why. A stronger and more mature work might have delivered its message more effectively through a more even-handed (and less bombastic) approach, but the graphic novel is still disturbing and convincing, for as much as it sustains itself as a work of satire.

                    Brat Pack could be seen as an indictment of superhero tropes, but such a banal concept as Batman and Robin getting it on could never really generate the level of sustained fury that Brat Pack was clearly created in. The real metaphor at work here is that the elder vigilantes represent the superhero comics publishers (especially DC, since these are all avatars of their trademark icons) and the ass-raped, beaten and abused young sidekicks are -- wait for it -- freelancers like Veitch.

                    As the writer/artist himself said in a text piece in his 1996 Brat Pack/Maximortal Super Special #1:

                    "The roots of the KING HELL HEROICA go back to my early attempts at working for the big mainstream comic book companies...like many freelancers in the industry, I had a healthy dislike for DC Comics as an employer. Even then it was evident their publishing empire had been built on shameless exploitation of creative people, and many of the dictatorial attitudes and the general lack of respect for artists and writers were well known to have been institutionalized there since the super hero began with the Siegal [sic] and Schuster [sic] heist in 1937."

                    Specifically referring to Brat Pack, Veitch says in the same article:

                    "Out of that anger, BRATPACK was born...I wanted to metaphorically point out the exploitive nature of the real-world situation, where I saw adults, many of whom knew better, making fortunes selling these kinds of fantasies to kids who didn't have a clue."

                    That's a metaphor I can get behind. The superhero publishing companies have historically lied, swindled and abandoned freelancers quite regularly, and no doubt continue to do so today. The bottom line, after all, is not the creation of enduring works of art but of enhancing the bank accounts of the company and its officers. All else is secondary to those considerations, no matter how cheery and upbeat the corporate PR machine's hype may seem.

                    On the other hand, Veitch's righteous rage seems a little attenuated by time and his own circumstance. In the early '90s he had a legitimate claim to outrage over how superhero comics publishers treat their workers. A decade down the line, though, Veitch is the latest guy to fail at writing Aquaman. One wonders, quite honestly, where all the rage went when he accepted that assignment from DC Comics.

                    Brat Pack is a powerful and stinging indictment of superhero comics, its traditions, conventions and the very mechanism of its existence. But put in an historical context, it's also the portrait of the artist as an angry young man who later pretty much turned his back on everything he says here, hooked back up to the corporate comics teat, and wrote Aquaman as just another brick in the wall for the company that, in his own words, "had been built on shameless exploitation of creative people." Grade: 4/5[/hide:9ae26eae43]

                    [hide:9ae26eae43= The Matthew Craig.com (quem?) - Brat Pack is one of a very short list of superhero books that can genuinely be described as “must-read.”]BRAT PACK
                    Rick Veitch
                    King Hell Press

                    If you’ve ever sat through an episode of the old Batman TV series, or read one of his old comics, you might be forgiven for thinking that there’s something a little bit...odd about a thirtysomething confirmed bachelor who spends all his time with a suspiciously smooth teenager.

                    I mean, really. What use is a spunky youth in a jerkin and tights against the likes of The Joker? When you can fight off hordes of goombahs using only your little toe and the ancient art of Bat-Fu, why would you need a brightly dressed junior partner, other than to draw a little fire?

                    Legend has it that all these Boy (and Girl) Wonders were invented to give the readership – in those days, kids themselves – a character to aspire to, or identify with. But I don’t buy that. Why would anyone want to be squire to the Batman when they could put on the rubber nips themselves?

                    Rick Veitch has the answer to all these questions. And every single one of them will scare you.

                    Brat Pack opens with a phone call. In the city of Slumberg, protected round the clock by great heroes like Midnight Mink and Judge Jury, and their acne-riddled, drug/drink/hormone-addled sidekicks, the Brat Pack, a shock jock poses the question:

                    "Do you want the Brat Pack to die, horribly? And how?”

                    It’s a phone-in poll that echoes the one that led to the death of Batman’s cherished Robin, and it would be a great addition to the knackered old Big Brother format (“Tony, to die by peacocks!”).

                    By a landslide, the city votes to annihilate the titanic teens. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, somebody does just that. Finding themselves short of shortarses, Slumberg’s heroes set out on a recruiting drive.

                    But when an altar boy from the local church is chosen to be the next “Chippy,” partner to the…flamboyant Midnight Mink, the truth behind the heroes’ reliance on (multiple) kid sidekicks begins to come out.

                    Brat Pack is a terribly cynical book, twisting the innocence of the original superhero stories into something insidious. Satire aside, it’s an extremely clever, and a not entirely unsubtle exploration of the ways in which adults can exploit children.

                    And in the days of manufactured teen, ‘tween and preteen pop bands (S Club Juniors, anyone?) bilking the nation’s youth out of their hard-begged pocket money, Brat Pack has special relevance. Although, I can’t see the half-cremated zombie of Darius turning up to the Pop Idol auditions, any time soon.

                    Brat Pack also explores the generational nature of superheroes. Each of the adult “heroes” are inspired by, or born out of, close association with an older progenitor, in much the same way as they inspire young children to follow in their path. The apple falls further from the tree with each generation, of course, so that by the time the Brat Pack are brought together, the poor little sods don’t have a chance.

                    While many readers will find Veitch’s story a bit distasteful (especially those of you who have fond memories of West and Ward rappelling “up” a wall), Brat Pack is a genre classic. The conspiracy of elder heroes unravels with steady tension. The adult characters are weak, degenerate people, and the junior partners descend into the mire (literally) with terrifying speed and realism.

                    Veitch’s art, all grey tones and ink washes, is grimy and loaded with decay. However, it manages to be eerily reminiscent of the more innocent hero comics of the 1940’s. Each sidekick’s initiation runs alongside the others, forcing home the notion of manufacture and conspiracy. The most surprising part of the book comes during the “origin” stories of the older heroes. It parallels the sidekick selection process, and yet is much more tender. It stands out in stark contrast to the rest of the book, and yet makes it all the more powerful.

                    Brat Pack is one of a very short list of superhero books that can genuinely be described as “must-read.” A pageturning commentary on, and mean-spirited satire of, classic superhero cliché, Rick Veitch’s novel inadvertently lampoons the modern culture of celebrity, and the growing economic power of (and I hate the phrase) ‘tweenagers.

                    Intentional or not, it’s an adept piece of writing, and deserves your attention.[/hide:9ae26eae43]

                    [hide:9ae26eae43= The Fourth Rail - Nota 10 de 10]BRAT PACK trade paperback
                    (Best of the Week!)
                    Highly Recommended (10/10)



                    King Hell Press
                    Writer/Artist: Rick Veitch
                    Letters: Gary Fields

                    Price: $19.95 US/$32.95 CAN

                    Rick Veitch deconstructs the super-hero genre with dark gusto in this collection of some of his past work. This story and these twisted characters are drenched in cynicism and criticism. Veitch targets the inherent silliness of the genre, but he also takes aim at the media in general, at society and our abandoning of freedoms and an atmopshere of acceptance. His black-and-white artwork creates a downtrodden and ugly context for the story and themes. Veitch challenges the reader as he entertains, and it makes for a volume that fans of mature sequential storytelling shouldn't miss.

                    In the wake of the iconic and powerful True-Man's disappearance, a quartet of heroes -- Midnight Mink, Moon Mistress, King Rad and Judge Jury -- have risen to the task of keeping the streets of Slumburg safe... unfriendly, but safe. When their sidekicks -- Chippy, Luna, Wild Boy and Kid Vicious -- are slain by the mysterious, devious and bizarre Doctor Blasphemy, they put the call out for new teenage partners (there are licensing revenues to be maintained, after all). Four lost children find themselves immersed in a world of pain, delusions and perversion.

                    Veitch's artwork is richly textured here; he captures a gritty, filthy quality in the Slumberg setting that establishes and maintains an atmopshere of ugliness throughout the book. The design of the costumed characters is impressed as well. Doctor Blasphemy's S&M-meets-Silver-Age-super-villain is particularly striking, and the Midnight Mink manages to appear ridiculous and menacing all at once. The cover is striking as well, capturing the bizarre and mature take on super-heroes while maintaining an underground-comics feel.

                    Sandman writer and novelist Neil Gaiman provides the book's introduction, and the most important contribution that he makes here is to provide a historical context for Veitch's story. Gaiman reminds us that Brat Pack was originally released at a time when comics readers were calling the blood of Robin the Boy Wonder, and the world watched as a comics publisher seemingly killed off an American icon (sort of). Gaiman not only praises Veitch for his dark take on super-hero comics storytelling, but he points the finger critically at the more ridiculous side of comics retaiting too.

                    Among the notions that Veitch explores here is the homoerotic quality of the super-hero/sidekick dynamic. Hell, the book boasts some direct reference to Fredericton (Seduction of the Innocent) Wertham's theories as to the corrupting influence of pop culture on youth. But in the opening chapters, Veitch shows us who the real culprits are. He shows us parents who give their children nothing that they need in the way of direction or all that they want, materially. These kids are the victims of the adults they were supposed to trust with their care and development, be they parents, mentors or even clergy.

                    Clearly, Brat Pack is about the super-hero genre, but it's about so much more than that as well. A twisted vision of feminism challenges the reader to think about what real empowerment is all about. Veitch reminds us that racism remains a blatant pox on society, a haven for the feeble-minded. An embracing of sex and drugs paints an appalling picture of the world in which we live. The creator reminds us that trusting those in authority blindly is about as wise as bathing with a toaster. Veitch may have crafted this story more than a decade ago, but it remains just as relevant today -- in some ways, perhaps moreso. [/hide:9ae26eae43]

                    [hide:9ae26eae43= Silver Bullets Comics.com - Nota 4 de 5]Writer/Artist: Rick Veitch.
                    Publisher: King Hell

                    "Live fast, love hard, die with your mask on."

                    Ten years later, and here's a reprint of everyone's worst fears of what that the superhero and side-kicks phenomenon really hides under its cowl. I've just dipped in again, and found it to be as disturbing, sleazy, and grotesque a work as I remember, and as uncomfortable and foul-mouthed and explicit a read as it should be. Written shortly after DC conducted their readers' vote on whether to kill off the second Robin (they voted a resounding "YES!!!"), here's how it opens:

                    "Caller number one, you're on the air. What on your mind?"
                    "Oh, I... well... I wanted to say something about... the children."

                    Brrrr.

                    Reduced to diseased, pock-marked drunkards, bullies or catamites, the children are the barely post-pubescent side-kicks of four fucked-up, tawdry 'heroes', and instead of adulation or sympathy, they're the objects of almost universal derision in Slumberg.

                    "You know who we're talking about; you've followed their exploits since before they hit puberty! There's Luna, the pizza-faced floozy who's had more scandals than Madonna has hit records. There's that strutting steroid freak, Kid Vicious. How's the liver holding up, Kid? Ha! Ha! Wild Boy's the acid casualty of the group. I've always wonder if a beer can was part of the costume!? And wasn't it Chippy, "The Young Sensation" who some wag nominated for city man-hole inspector last year?"

                    The results of the public phone-in prove fatal, as Doctor Blasphemy, all leather bondage and lascivious tongue, carries out his apparent mandate: he blows the lot to kingdom come. Now four more youths are conscripted to undergo the same rigorous training their predecessors endured: supremacist indoctrination, physical torture and sexual abuse.

                    Not for the faint-hearted, the book is uncompromising in the homoerotica it satirises and the emphatically prurient homophobia the Midnight Mink's boy is assaulted with, incessantly, both by the public and his peers. If there's one thing Veitch conveyed most harrowingly in this grimey book of decadence, it's that perpetually shit-scared, pleading look on young Chippy's face.

                    Veitch isn't stupid: death and cruelty are what the public relish. Bang on target, I'm surprised that DC ever employed the man again.[/hide:9ae26eae43]

                    Não importa o quanto você se esforce, é impossível ser cool em Belém do Pará

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                    • #11
                      Tirando os Aquaman da vida, Veitch geralmente acerta a mão. O cara tem um excelente legado nos quadrinhos, inclusive seus dois últimos trabalhos são muito legais: A graphic maluquete Can't Get No e a mensal [email protected], ambas pela Vertigo.

                      Prá quem gostou do Bratpack, sugiro ler a (muito superior) Maximortal. O Veitch radicalizando em cima do Superman...sensacional.

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                      • #12
                        Postado originalmente por Minotauro
                        Postado originalmente por Live Wire
                        Você não conhecia o traço do Veitch, Mino? Nao leu monstro do pântano?

                        E esse gibi parece bem interessante.
                        Nunca li o Monster do Pântano... Por isso que estou tão interessado no lançamento da Pixel!
                        Pena que Pixel só deve republicar a fase do Moore, depois da saída do barbudo, o Veitch assume os roteiros e não deixa a peteca cair.
                        Blame it on the Bossa Nova.

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                        • #13
                          Postado originalmente por Lazarus Long
                          Tirando os Aquaman da vida, Veitch geralmente acerta a mão. O cara tem um excelente legado nos quadrinhos, inclusive seus dois últimos trabalhos são muito legais: A graphic maluquete Can't Get No e a mensal [email protected], ambas pela Vertigo.

                          Prá quem gostou do Bratpack, sugiro ler a (muito superior) Maximortal. O Veitch radicalizando em cima do Superman...sensacional.
                          Por sinal, se não estou enganado, Maximortal fala do True-Man, que é um dos personagens abordados em Bratpack. Estou correto, Lazarus?

                          Ele ainda tá na DC? O último trabalho dele que eu li dele foi "The Question" (que eu gostei, por sinal). Depois, lembro dele dando uma declaração todo puto por ter sido limado de uma revista.

                          Postado originalmente por Live Wire
                          Pena que Pixel só deve republicar a fase do Moore, depois da saída do barbudo, o Veitch assume os roteiros e não deixa a peteca cair.
                          O pior é que dificilmente será publicado, já que não tem o apelo de ter um "Alan Moore" na capa.

                          Chifradas,

                          Não importa o quanto você se esforce, é impossível ser cool em Belém do Pará

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                          • #14
                            Postado originalmente por Minotauro
                            Postado originalmente por Lazarus Long
                            Tirando os Aquaman da vida, Veitch geralmente acerta a mão. O cara tem um excelente legado nos quadrinhos, inclusive seus dois últimos trabalhos são muito legais: A graphic maluquete Can't Get No e a mensal [email protected], ambas pela Vertigo.

                            Prá quem gostou do Bratpack, sugiro ler a (muito superior) Maximortal. O Veitch radicalizando em cima do Superman...sensacional.
                            Por sinal, se não estou enganado, Maximortal fala do True-Man, que é um dos personagens abordados em Bratpack. Estou correto, Lazarus?

                            Ele ainda tá na DC? O último trabalho dele que eu li dele foi "The Question" (que eu gostei, por sinal). Depois, lembro dele dando uma declaração todo puto por ter sido limado de uma revista.

                            Postado originalmente por Live Wire
                            Pena que Pixel só deve republicar a fase do Moore, depois da saída do barbudo, o Veitch assume os roteiros e não deixa a peteca cair.
                            O pior é que dificilmente será publicado, já que não tem o apelo de ter um "Alan Moore" na capa.

                            Chifradas,
                            É isso mesmo. Maximortal conta a trajetória, desde a origem, do True-Man. Em paralelo, também ficamos conhecendo a trágica história de dois autores/desenhistas que transportaram o personagem para os quadrinhos: Jerry Spiegal e Joe Schumacher .

                            E o maior inimigo do Superm...ops...do True-Man é o EL GUANO. Um ser feito de fezes. Isso mesmo... de bosta.

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                            • #15
                              Postado originalmente por Minotauro
                              Postado originalmente por Goyo
                              Cê comprou isso importado ou saiu por aqui? É um TP só? Achei interessante a premissa. Morre em quanto?
                              Comprei importado, via Amazon. Tá custando 16 doletas (fora o frete, claro).

                              Ó a capa aqui:
                              Hmm, muito interessante, eu pensava que isso aí estava fora de catálogo. Vou comprar quando for pros Istêitis em agosto.
                              If drums are the foundation, guitars the finishes, and voice the fluorish; bass is the soul.

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