Bob Marley & The Wailers
Survival

The majority of the dwarves chose not to publish this review, which came from an anonymous source (without an email) signing as ridenattiride.
The text of the review was: "figata".
Nothing more, nothing less, not even an exclamation point.

It seemed to me that in that "figata" there was an effective expression of the impossibility of translating into words certain emotions that music evokes. It seemed like a synthesis - not very elegant - but functional.
Personally, I don't believe that a review must have a minimum number of words or sentences. I don't think that in a medium like DE-B, it is necessary to formalize much. I believe that "if appropriate" comments can integrate. I don't know, it seems to me that if a person wants to start a discussion, they should be able to do it even simply with a word.
I won't elaborate much (makes sense, right!?).

I take ownership of this review. It talks about an album I know so well that I would never have read any review. Ok, the weed stuff, then rasta, then ska, then Jamaica, then heroin, then death, the myth... the nonsense! Wake Up And Live!!!

FIGATA (!*) RASTAFARI!!!

*the exclamation point is mine (n.d.t.)