This experimental album from 1969 is really beautiful.
And you know why?
Because I didn't understand a damn thing.
I'm a true hipster, one of those who considers RTL 102.5 the ruin of music and misses the Blockbuster VHS. Like that movie with Jack Black, be kind rewind.
So much of a hipster that I've listened to Hijokaidan for 2 hours straight without getting bored (or bursting my eardrums) and I avoid those damn PRs who invite you to snobbish Milanese parties like the plague. I'm fine with a couple of beers and friends, thank you.
The captain was the best hipster of all, though. Even in his time, he rejected the popular music groups and trends (like the hippie one) but created incredibly forward-thinking works: they say his music was cacophonous blues, for me not even that; the captain was a totalitarian schizophrenic, and he demanded that every damn thing be perfect for the creation of his albums.
His magical band was just a republic dominated by the supreme dictator: a mad genius who, with the help of another genius Frank Zappa, gifted the world with the most WTF album ever: even today, many critics wonder if this is a joke or a revolutionary work. For me, it is simply indefinable. And anyway, every word of mine would be superfluous to comment on it. The truthful point of view lies in our imagination... there is no absolute truth.
And I know there's Italy-Ireland, but as a good hipster, I don't give a damn.
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