Valeriorivoli

A grandiose review of our Paolone that seems like an erudite dissertation: the only flaw, I believe, is that extra little star; other than that, it’s all polished and enriched with captions and logisms that ooze culture at every pore, and a touch of ciosiadettosenzaironia. Regarding Monsieur Poletti, the post-electoral Greek weeping does not convince me. It stinks of intellectual dishonesty. El pueblo unido ha punito il comunismo al caviale, perbenista, frocista e trasversale; but does he know that Veltroni here in Rome has not built a damn public housing unit, has divided all of my area among IKEA and various supermarkets, has never implemented a traffic block despite the fact that fine particles make the air unbreathable, and despite the fact that Rom have arrived everywhere, in the dumpsters, behind my house, migrants have occupied all the shops beneath my apartment and are stealing electricity from the municipality... These are the real facts, not the Kultura that must necessarily lean to the left... and why? Pirandello, Céline were they fools? It's not that I like the little tyrant of the Bananas, the psycho-banana, but this dictatorship of the noblesse de robe, of the post-Renaissance bourgeoisie and the banks, instead of the noblesse d'épée, has roots that go far back: people have preferred this dictatorship over that of the communist bourgeoisie, that's all. No scandal, just money that comes and goes.

true true, how wonderful to rediscover all these emotions from films, records, etc. imagine that to find a song that obsessed me, heard in a movie - Voglia di donna - I navigated the seven seas of the web and in the end, I did it. Another person was looking for it just like me...

Every time Pink Floyd is reviewed, events occur: Debaser will become a fanzine for the Floyd... 5 reviews for an album that is truly lacking in ideas and rich in overly polished production. Where the fan begins, the objective reviewer ends. Radio Kaos, its contemporary, is equally horrifying. Frosty records from two rock bankers.

Franci, the intro is very Barrett... it appeared to me in a dream: FEAR!

Thank you! I don't remember that other movie... do you know anything else?

Franci terrifying dreams is one of the most beautiful songs of the last 20 years... or not?

DEAR PAOLO, The review is sublime, a true thesis: however, it is NOT ENOUGH to reevaluate the artistic side of the couple, which has always sounded false and empty; Albano is the Italic tenoretto born old, wrinkled, and shortsighted at 17, dull and with a shallow culture, who could have chosen opera instead of the pop world to make more money quickly. Too convenient, too cunning, a boring character and petty bourgeois. Instead, I have always liked her personally, who, if this big-headed peasant hadn't stopped her, would have had an excellent soft porn career in the '70s. And what about Kocis, Albano's unknown brother, devoured by his big goat-like brother?

great band, real monsters, capable of the most varied sounds; never boring. I'm not crazy about imaginos, but always a step above many.

I woke up and I'm thinking of you...then suddenly she smiled and even before I realized it....broken record, cult reception, pain in the neck.

Great album, great review, Italian prog on a global level.