ArnoldLayne

Ahh what a self-congratulatory review!! I don't think I'll ever watch this movie.

Come on Hetzer and Bisius, take it easy! Bisius, are you always 15 years old? :-D

Hehe, the last word is not said yet :-D

Great review, as always, Don! I only know them by name.

What are you showing them, the cupolone?

Quite a boring film, I give it a 2 because the last line has something right.

Ahhh human cases!!!

In my opinion, rock has never had a voice or a woman more beautiful than Slick. This solo album is fantastic, characterized by an extraordinary expressive freedom, with forays into the most unexplored melodic meanders. The track "Theme from the movie MAnhole" is the soundtrack of a hypothetical western (which apparently was never completed). It's worth noting that Slick studied Latin and has always had a certain familiarity with Spanish and Italian. Highly recommended are almost all the works of this Artist, from her beginnings with the Great Society to her fantastic career with the Airplane, the first two albums with the Starship, not to mention the various projects with Kantner (Blow against the empire above all, but also Sunfighter, Baron Von tollbooth, and Long John Silver). Slick's subsequent solo albums (Dreams, Software) are only for true fans. Excellent review, Fenni, this was one of the most important gaps to fill!

One can certainly say that if Syd, with The Piper, had mapped out the coordinates of a genre, with his solo albums he deconstructs it. The incompleteness of some pieces and his moments of indecision (in Feel and If it's in you) are a clear example of (apparent) intentionality of incompleteness, of anti-aestheticism, which, however, is spontaneous in its disorientation and dazedness, and this is what critics have failed to grasp for so many years. Many artists in the following years owe a lot, for instance, to "No man's land" and its moments of silence, to that sense of alienation and neurosis. Moreover, thanks to his irony, he masterfully blends high and low culture, rendering, for example, Joyce's poem (Golden Hair) as a nursery rhyme. While with Pink Floyd he had shown genius in creating nuances and atmospheres, here he dismantles them with sketches of songs that overshadow who he had been, thus highlighting the three fundamental chords of rock. His psychedelia presents itself here as an absence of himself reinterpreted in his multiple personalities, and it is precisely that sense of incompleteness that ensures Barrett's music, projecting into the unfinished, remains always relevant and, indeed, endless. This is where Syd is unique and immense. A good review, essential since the preceding one was an utter load of nonsense.

I also ventured into a bush, but unfortunately it had already been contaminated... rather than stealing, I sniff it.