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Very good, discovered them too thanks to the legendary Post Punk by Reynolds. I agree with you on the whole matter.

Hi Kurtd, and welcome back for now. It's always nice when someone reemerges after a long time.
Honestly, I don't like self-promotion on debasio. I did it once a few years ago for a band I was part of, but I don't think I would do it again, even if it were my own album. I understand the desire and urgency to get noticed, but here I find it to be a bit "dishonest," if you will allow me to use perhaps the wrong term. So I'll pass.

Really beautiful

A very demarghian Count, more sad and disillusioned than usual, but still beautifully angry and with that hint of irony we know. It's always nice to know you’re among us!

It seems like a rewrite from Wikipedia to me, but I might be wrong.

JDV, who knows where you've ended up…

Beautiful review - as always. They are one of the great bands of life. You know, I shamefully have never gone beyond the first two albums? If you say they deserve it, I'll try to lend an ear.

The comparison to the White Album fits. You're always great with your slightly naïve style, absolutely non-self-referential as someone pointed out above. Keep it up.

I liked this one, straight to the point without any frills.

A nostalgic, romantic, melancholic Aeneas. Just as the Land of Albion demands. The review is, as usual, splendid, almost "lectorian," I would dare say, in its venture into a possible love story – although I would swear that our hero would have preferred a much more carnal ending – which ultimately concludes as it rightly should. The album is merely an excuse to tell us something about him: is there perhaps some irony in all this, given the recent criticisms aimed precisely at one of our leading reviewers and his storytelling style?
The highlights to focus on would be many, credit to the reviewer, but I want to emphasize that "inconsolable drain" that is placed right there, deliberately in the middle of the narrative, breaking the elegiac tone and making us hope for a second chance that our Carol will grant to the vivacious Aeneas.
Oh! Carol
I am but a fool
Darling I love you
Though you treat me cruel...