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Wizard, I remember that "Top Of The World Trade Center" was the name of the terrace where people went during the day; I don't recall the name of the bar, but I remember that it was on the 107th floor. I should have kept the flyer from that evening somewhere. I'll let you know the name if I find it.

Endtroducing is untouchable. ;-)

Damn. Recommended.

Like Hal - very good pluto.

Wow Jordan, I listened to the track you mentioned 10 minutes ago and I thought the same thing…!

Maybe, Marcello... too bad that place no longer exists.

Did you receive my private message from yesterday, Zion?

Yes, kosmo, I noticed that the link isn't there anymore on the homepage, but when I found myself here, I tried clicking on the artist's name and, seeing that everything worked as usual, I went ahead and posted the in-depth piece anyway.

I almost forgot: Jordan, you summarized everything perfectly, congratulations on the review. If anyone is interested, I just posted an interview with Fabri Fibra in the insights, which partly clarifies the meaning of this strange album.

This album initially seems like a pile of crap... but listening closely, you realize there's a tremendous anger that permeates it entirely, giving it the sense of a huge F*** OFF. The recipients? The Church, Family, Institutions... anything. This constant rage makes it a totally warped work: sometimes you can hear it’s really pissed off, other times you feel Fibra is somewhat amused playing the fool with foaming at the mouth. He enjoys throwing crude images in your face, things you’d never want to hear about, and he does it also to laugh about it, with maximum cynicism. Crazy... the guy seems borderline from the things he says, yet he draws you into his anger that seeps into your guts, until you find yourself saying: "wow, he’s right!". He spews fury and extremizes situations, his statements, his judgments, everything. And there are some images he invents that are impossible to resist; they are brilliant in their vulgarity and rawness. At times, it even makes you laugh. A lot. I’ve had it for a short time, but there’s something perverse that pushes me to hit play again. Even though I never listen to it all at once, anyway. I don’t have a definitive judgment yet, but it’s definitely something DIFFERENT.