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@Fedee: saying that a song is stupid and not despicable doesn’t mean I appreciate it, it just means there’s worse out there. Indeed @Nes, I definitely have strange tastes, but I’d rather listen to this Carta who abuses a classic sixties Italian melody than a Giovanotti, who drives me crazy with his boring new tunes that I've heard a billion times and lyrics worthy of an elementary school kid, and he still gets to be called an artist, while Carta sings for the sixteen-year-olds. But the opening verse, the coffee song I mean, like Conte says, have you noticed that it’s a stylistic feature used a lot by Vinicio Capossela? Exactly, if Vinicio had done it, oh, what a beautiful song, but since this idiot did it…

Well! I had only heard talk about this Marco Carta. Then sometimes I listen to the radio. There was this catchy song, not bad, a sort of 60s thing, a blend of Edoardo Vianello featuring Mina. Finally, I’m told it's Carta. But there's worse in the world. I mean, I thought he was like a poor man's Baglioni, and instead he makes a silly and innocent little song, which, if Battiato had done it, the Manifesto would have been tearing its clothes (maybe even l'Unità). I mean, aren’t the latest tracks from Giovanotti and Nannini shamelessly worse? I keep the radio on for his song, which I don't know if it's the one that won at Sanremo, but the one you hear on the radio. Meanwhile, if Vasco's latest comes on, I get hives. P.S.: ah, anyway, the kosmoologica is right, as soon as she sees a pair of nice boobs, she might as well go climb Everest (I hope for her, that she has nice boobs, otherwise I worry).

Last week, I took a little trip to see who was selling it online, but I couldn't find it anywhere, except on the record label's website. And, wouldn't you know it, two afternoons ago, I was talking about this release with a friend, and I said, "No one has reviewed it on DeB yet; I'm really curious to see who the nerd is that will do it first." Where did you find it? Of course, the Motor guys aren't jerks, and Steve definitely has something to do with all this: the last Shellac on vinyl came with the CD inside like it was a piece of crap...

Good these football comparisons, but I saw Ronaldo play in person, the year of Moriero, and he was hors catégories, meaning a bit better than Catartica, as Vazquez Montalban said, he could only see empty corridors that didn't exist where he could slip through. @iao Ole, you're the usual handsome face, sooner or later I'll send you a private message to see how you're doing.

Damn Lewis, do you see the brain fog brought on by age: I wanted to write senescence, and instead, something like stupidity came out. Shit, if I had written it to someone else, I would already be buried under a pile of insults. Ha, ha, I'm not even in senescence anymore, I'm headed straight for geriatrics!

Ah, Ah, young Lewis, a review that oozes "old age" from every pore, it seems written by me :-) I gave up on them after you, back at the time of the song with Skin, and I've never looked back (even though, from what little I've seen on TV and what I've heard, I confirm the impression of Appestato, meaning that the tour with Maroccolo had revitalized them and it seemed like they were back to their old form). And Popolo is right, the version of Impressioni is nothing short of embarrassing (I heard the one that a participant from X Factor did, and it won five to zero against the Marlene's version, which says it all about the emptiness the band has now reached). I can't stand them anymore, but this page of yours says a lot about your journey towards the scenence. With affection, of course.

Yes, Always August! This summer, when I revisited SDH, I also brushed upon those; they’re in my SST section (I have a bit of a strange cataloging system, partly by decades, partly by genres, partly by record labels, particularly with a section for SST, one for Sub Pop, one for 4ad, one for Creation, one for Factory, one for Dischord) and the same thought crossed my mind: "I wonder what Always August are up to in life now?"

Just to say that this summer I put SDH back on and it's still shaking the walls of my house. I think it's necessary to review it, it seems to be missing. But then I got lost, as usual. However, maybe I'll write a review on a Velvet album. The ones from Rome.

Summer. A time of useless duplicates.

The names of the bands on the lineup were truly remarkable. Not having been there, I only regret it for the cathedral, the fawns, and the casu marzu (I imagine you always carry some in your pocket). As for the Super Elastic etc., I can say that, live (after hearing them, I didn't buy any CDs), they are mortally boring. A band that has no idea of space, emptiness, or expansion. A group of bodybuilders, the kind that plays everything with muscles, never with brain or gut. I understand, however, that you appreciate them: they are a group that lifts instruments, not one that plays them.