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Well! I go down once a year and I never agree with the reviewer of the moment. Besides, I didn't understand anything from the first part of the review. And the whole yacht music thing you copied from another review. It’s plastic music, redone as the first two were works on psychedelia, this one, like currents, on some disco/mainstream pop from the late '70s (Bee Gees and Supertramp above all). Digression: and you don't know how much I hated these guys back then. But redone with such taste and such perfection that one can only be in awe. And there are more than a couple of tracks, contrary to what you say, with spectacular melodies. If I still went to clubs, I would always put this on before heading out. Just like I always played Bleach before going to perform. Aloha! P.S. it's also full of references to Italian disco that would please that fan of Faust'o who I'm not sure still contributes to this site.

When we were being onanists on this site ten years ago, it was even fun. Now you just make me sad. The day one of you losers writes a song like "Cosa mi manchi a fare" or manages to insert the thirty-second interlude after the first minute of "Oroscopo," I'll come and wash your feet. For now, you’re just the stereotype of the nerd, from which, fortunately, Calcutta has emerged.

Alright, I give up. Someone who takes twenty posts to contest me, or rather, to justify themselves, as you say, and still doesn't succeed, is unparalleled. You should have simply said that maybe you exaggerated a bit in that paragraph and were a bit vulgar. And sexist. I would have been quicker to just call you an idiot and leave it at that, as you do. But you belong to the chosen few who are never wrong and always right. After all, what can you culturally contest to someone who quotes Wikipedia? Nothing. Sleep soundly, I won’t dare disturb you again.

Ciccio, having a love affair between women doesn't mean being "declared lesbians," but simply having sexual openness. So using the term "lesbo-amazons" in reference to the three Sleater is not only vulgar, perfectly fitting for a porn movie, when you should be talking about rock'n'roll, it's ridiculous. It seems like you confuse, and it's no small confusion, lesbianism with feminism. Sleater Kinney have always been feminists, but they have always kept their private lives separate. The fact that they have always supported gay rights stems from their libertarian attitude. The point is simply that you are making a vulgar review, just to shock, speaking poorly of an album that has not a single negative review out of the 39 on Metacritic, alluding to an alleged "reactionary regression," perhaps because Tucker is now married to a man. But talk about music, and explain why you’re the only one who doesn’t like it instead of saying nonsense. I’m not offended because, imagine if the first person who shows up and calls me a fascist disturbs me. I, even on DeBaser, have my history; people know me, and if they read something like that, the other users will just laugh. As for dragging in other people, I mentioned two girls who were in the editorial office. But I’m quite sure that even other women from DeBaser, from Bjorky to Maryg, from Vivis to Terry, would think you’re just a fucking male chauvinist. You’ve pissed me off, and I’m a male, imagine how intelligent women who have frequented this site would feel. Try calling them "pussies" and let’s see what they respond, especially since unfortunately, the Sleater Kinney won’t be reading your astute writing.

I may be "a bit inattentive to the language of militant feminism," and even "an ignorant fascist," which I believe is one of the best compliments I've ever received, but perhaps I know Sleater-Kinney, who have never been openly lesbian, a little better than you, to challenge their "reactionary regression," and I continue to think they would gladly waste a Danelectro over your head. As for Trell and Gabri, believe me, they would be happy to be in the little fascist group along with yours truly. I won’t even grant you that label of fascist. Ignorant, yes. Because this is a review from someone who knows jack shit about Sleater-Kinney. And he does what he knows. Stick to horse racing, do yourself a favor.

I don’t know you and I don’t know if you are male or female. But the paragraph starting from "Metto su" makes me feel nauseous. If Trell or Gabri were still in the editorial office, not only would they have never published you, but they would have also drenched you in insults. I hope one day you’ll meet them and tell them to their face "Figa della musica alternativa americana" and "Lesbo amazzoni" and they’ll smash your Danelectro over your head.

Hello, dear. Just to confirm to you that "Living Accordingly" was written by Lucio. Plus, that beautiful thing to say to your woman: "You are hashish smoke, gasoline, or ash." A hug to you, and of course, to little Yoshimi, who surely won't be so little anymore, time passes...

For me, a masterpiece. It increasingly rarely happens that I fall in love with an album that overshadows all other listens. This is the case. Also because it has a couple of points in its favor against all my logic. It's an acoustic album, while I've mostly been listening to electronic music for years, and just seeing someone with a guitar reminds me of Belushi in Animal House. I've listened and tried to understand the lyrics every time I hear it, while lyrics usually interest me less than zero. It has incredible strength, like a great punk album, it speaks mostly of death, and invites you to live and be immortal and invincible. I agree with my friend Ole: the whole album hits high levels, and then a couple, maybe more, exceptional songs. The song about the Led is not a song, but an epic. Today, finally, while fainting from excitement, the vinyl edition arrived: there are a few live versions that are absolutely dispensable. But I'm still enchanted. I realize I've said nothing intelligent, but the beauty of this album truly overwhelms me.

Hi Psycho! Well, it was probably my turn, since the links referred to my latest ones, but thankfully you’re here. I know it was released, but I haven’t listened to it yet; I’m even more lost than Anton. In fact, I think it’s been more than a year since I’ve listened to anything new, not even the Tame Impala, for example. And just to mention, today I listened to "Dopesmoker". But just yesterday I read an enthusiastic review in Rumore about one of their live acts, and today Gabri told me about your delightful little page, so imagine if I won’t come to see you, and if I won’t put “blue order, new monday” on loop, which in terms of titles, Anton is number one in the world. And then I wanted to tell you that I went to see Iggy and The Stooges last week, so you can understand that I’m not really in the mood to listen to anything new, but this one I’ll seek out. Aloha!

Finally, I buy my first album of 2012. Because I hear "Ode to Sad Disco" on YouTube and I think, "Damn, what a great track." I spin it around. Damn, that's the best piece of the album. Why the hell is everyone talking bad about it? I go read the reviews. I even go back to my old favorite site. Maybe Gabri mentioned it. No, it’s that idiot Marypolly who covered it. Ah, but it’s also descelta (even though I can guess who picked it— a bodybuilder whose initials are s and c). Wait, let me read it. I already know it’s going to piss me off. Indeed. Moby. What the hell does Moby have to do with this? And you did realize the cover was "Power, Corruption etc." After all, it’s the best track from New Order in twenty years or more. And I've read somewhere about Visage, maybe even more on point. And I'm throwing in E2 E4 as well—I can never thank Festwca enough for introducing me to that. Yes, this track could even last the entire album. The rest, in fact, is full of those electronic drums they could have saved. But the songs are all quite good, the voice is in great shape, the lyrics are right. And it’s about time to stop this late adolescent whining, dear, about our beloved who moves around and doesn’t play what we want. Sorry for the quote, but there’s a little page written by yours truly, quite self-ironic on the point, concerning PJ, among the best on this site (though I wonder why it wasn’t descelta, and that’s ironic too). In short, I remain of the outdated, and old, opinion that we should better contextualize things. Those who are stuck on Joy Division and haven’t understood New Order have always annoyed me. Even though there’s definitely something from Closer, it’s no coincidence that the man mentioned it among the album's influences. And I completely agree with Vivis, and I picture her too, in her military coat, smoking Marlboro Lights (or were they Camels), driving her beat-up car in the rain, singing at the top of her lungs “Here I’ve seen the lights.”