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If I could change "4" to "10" and "Argentina" to "Porta Metronia," well, I wish I had written this page myself.

A lady's review for a gentleman musician. Thank you, really.

Here.
I had read this review some time ago. And I was dazzled by it. By the story it tells and the way it is told. Now I discover that it’s yours. Not easy to talk about something like this without elbowing to stifle a laugh. Quite the opposite.
"And my teacher taught me how difficult it is to find dawn within twilight."
Bland.

I almost forgot the vote.

What a play, guys... What a play!

I, guys, will probably come off as unpleasant... But I no longer understand the meaning of certain reviews on Debaser. And even less, the success they enjoy.
Over a good ten lines where all that comes out is that the album is about cornfields - an insight also gleaned from the title - and that the reviewer might urgently need a Google Maps update.
The rest is entirely interchangeable. We could substitute Alta Irpinia for Normandy and Tony Santagata for Mr. Phillips. The review wouldn’t be affected. Because it says practically nothing about the album and the artist that isn't, I repeat, already inferable from the title.
I greatly appreciated Falloppio's review of "Innamorarsi alla mia età" or "Rat in the Kitchen," but I struggle more with such expressions of a state of mind that tell us nothing about the work being reviewed.
Personal opinion, of course.

Magnificent proposal. And a review that lives up to it.

Battisti, in his last interview - if I remember correctly, with Swiss Television - when asked "what is your greatest desire," replied "to walk down the street and not be recognized."
I believe the Dischi Bianchi are just that: a brilliantly successful attempt at not being recognized.
You can listen to "Alcune noncuranze" and read a critique of domestic violence in it. Then you listen to it again and find a sincere and passionate justification for domestic violence. If you listen to it once more, don't be surprised if it sounds like a heartfelt "j'accuse" against those who put onion in carbonara...

"'a Ciccoli'.... give yourself to horse racing!"

Reviewing the Pooh on Debaser is like reviewing the life and works of Cavalier Rovagnati on Shalom.it.