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Michael Haneke Le Temps Du Loup (Il Tempo Dei Lupi)
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yes, really terrible
Keith Emerson Band Featuring Marc Bonilla
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he played that "miles away," not even the Nickelback... for chubby fifty-year-olds who prefer the job to the art
Emerson, Lake & Palmer Works Vol. 2
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antoniodeste, from the heart, go fuck yourself. and maybe you’ll even act offended while you’re with that dumbass emerson.
Krisma Nothing To Do With The Dog
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I believe that their music (for now, at least) wouldn't be to my liking. The review suggests it's a pleasure.
Dream Theater Images And Words
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beautiful :D
At The Drive-In Hell Paso
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I've never listened to them, but I really like the Mars Volta (in small doses, due to acute alvinite). The review says little about the album in question and seems a bit rushed; I'll cut to the chase and get myself a copy of Relationship of Command.
Emerson, Lake & Palmer Works Vol. 2
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please. and long live critical spirit, huh
Michael Haneke Le Temps Du Loup (Il Tempo Dei Lupi)
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I had never heard of it before, but it seems interesting. The review is nice.
Emerson, Lake & Palmer Works Vol. 2
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It doesn't seem to me that I've written anything incomprehensible. Of course, I will do what I want, just as I think you will. I was at the presentation of the new Emerson with Marc Bonilla at FNAC in Milan (and I didn't want an autograph from either of them). They even played a couple of tracks from the latest album, and my impression of him (Emerson) is that he is an incredibly technical musician, but also very (and mainly) "academic"; so many runs of notes that seem to say little or nothing, so many beautiful flourishes without anything to celebrate. Responding again to Opel: I discovered ELP after my "prog period," which came after discovering KC, Yes, VDGG, and the like. If Fripp wanted to elevate rock to music "for the sexual organs and the brain alike," through the rarefaction of the concept of "rock" within references to "high" music and art in general, Emerson mixes two registers in a limited way and turns it into a circus for "direct" entertainment that shuns the claims of particular artistic expression and drowns the void in millions of senseless notes. I would almost call it stadium prog. The lyrics then are their externalization, simply embarrassing as they neither underscore nor concretize the music of the band, which remains cold and expressionless. (This seems common to many others who are called "supergroups") .. and with this, I will finish tearing your balls apart.