luciano

Guys, be careful because in this album there are the germs for a "reconversion" of the air. It could represent a piece in a research journey that perhaps, in a couple of albums, will determine a "something" that contributes to a new movement. Very, very interesting the search for sound expansion in conjunction with a kind of modulation of tempos. Hypnotic, more than Moon Safari. This album risks deserving a 5 for its historical value. Let's hope. Bye.

Great MrIko against the rampant inflation of stars.
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Why did you only give me a 4? Don't you like the review? What’s missing?

If only I had read this review before those two experiments of mine... Depressing, very depressing that the ones who listened to it can be counted on the fingers of one hand of a cripple...

A great review from a great reviewer. Notice the finesse in giving a rating of 4/5, in light of so much enthusiasm: how can one not rush immediately to all their reviews to find the 5/5? I will get it as soon as possible. Thank you.

Oh God! What if he didn't understand? Daniele, the little one, don't worry, if you didn't get what I wrote earlier in parentheses, I'll explain it to you again and again, until you understand. I couldn't bear the thought of you not understanding: if you didn't understand, then you would look down on me, and I couldn't stand being scorned by someone who didn't understand me.

I’ll just add a point: why are metalheads the only ones who, when they don’t understand something, have to disdain it? In particular, Daniele the little one, but not only for this comment; if he’s small enough to fit in the toilet bowl, he might as well go in there, as I'm sure there will be a line to flush. (You see, little one, I have to understand who you are in order to disdain you; I understand you and I disdain you; if I didn't understand you, I couldn't disdain you).

I can't vote for this review: when I wrote a couple like that, I was crucified. The album is magnificent, it's a best of, of all the songs that were swirling in her mind while she sang for the Sugarcubes.

The highest rating for the author's charm. The highest rating for Massive Attack. However, the album isn't the best; Rivo has already given it a 4, and I'm fine with that average rating.

(continues) on the necessity of classification, I cannot disagree, but the problem is the criterion! I wouldn't want to be a classifier by profession; I, as a good statistician, use classifications, and I assure you that the bulk of our work can be traced back to a lack of determination in the classifications. Provocative example: my current favorite rock album is Nevermind; it's from 1991 and is 12 years old. Should it be classified as oldies?
Concluding thought: Would Maradona and Pelé be more pitiable on Serie A teams or on teams participating in an over-40 tournament? Okay, distinguish the oldies from the recent ones, give it a layout, with something else, but I don’t back the idea of a reserve. Moreover, I still believe that some things, in absolute terms, are better than contemporary ones (without even mentioning classical music, I cite Kind of Blue - 1962; Future Days (Can - the year of my birth) I find better than the best thing that Howie B., William Orbit, and the usual suspects have done).