Carla Bruni
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THE REVIEW

Music, all in all, is quite a beautiful thing. But, it's not really that important.
The important things in life, the truly important ones, without us noticing, become part of everyday life because they're important, damn it.

For instance, when you raise a glass high in celebration, happiness, and well-wishing, you don't say "music!", instead, you say "cheers!"
For another example, the term "musical" doesn't exist in the context of something splendid. Meaning, you see something beautifully outstanding and you don't say "what a musical film!" or "what a musical car!". No, you don't say that. What do you say?... think about it carefully... there you go, you figured it out, you say: "That's awesome!".
We should learn from those who came before us, and those who came before us coined Awesome, they wanted to tell us "hey, music is cool, but come on... there are better things".

For yet another example: you have to choose between becoming deaf or impotent, there's no escape, one or the other... what do you choose? Eh? What do you choose, eh? ... Ah, see, I'm right.

These are things that go beyond music, beyond instrumental compositions, the groove, innovation, art... this record, being the product of something truly fabulous... is awesome.
Absolutely a must-have on vinyl, five out of five, it's awesome, the reasoning is like shoes... ticks all the boxes. (...Slices through waves like Paul Cayard on a sailboat, it's like my little Vespa when I mix the fuel...)

Oh, one last thing directed at you, yes, you who wants to give this record a low rating: listen here, but where did you come from, a CD? I don't think so, so, out of respect for where you come from, give it a five, then turn off the computer and head downtown for a reinterpretation of the Rape of the Sabine Women.
A fitting end to this fantastic life lesson is: "long live the fabulous, to hell with rock and roll because better deaf than impotent. Hell Yeah".