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Good morning, thanks to the newcomers. @ Don, the fault for the 4 goes to Super! When I wrote the opening on Sunday, the closing was supposed to be the one I’ve been using recently, meaning 4 should be understood as 7. This is because the first two, which I prefer as I said, are at 4. Then I read about Super's enthusiasm on the other review of the Furs and got carried away :-). Truthfully, I’ve listened to it a few times and there’s something that captivates me a lot, as I mention in the review. It has a sound full of '80s ingredients and should be aging poorly, yet it doesn’t. It’s always on the verge of collapsing and never actually does. And the songs, well, they are really good. So 3 seems too little to me. @Fusi, when are we having that beer (maximum two)?

Dear Sfascia, you take me onto slippery ground, rather than. The punctum indeed ultimately is: subjective/objective. I do not dispute that the individual matter is well treated, but rather the matter in toto. For God (if He exists), the de gustibus is perfectly fine. But can it be denied that Penelope Cruz is more attractive than Rosy Bindi, or not? I fear I believe in the absolute, and therefore it is not a matter of numbers. The first Zep might, for some, rightly suck, but it is what it is. Just like Guernica or Il Viaggio. London Calling (another disc that is missing) is. Just like La Pietà or Addio Alle Armi. I can run around for DeB and claim that the best concert I saw in 2006 was by Bachi Da Pietra, who also made the best album of 2007, but that is my personal opinion. If I propose 600 albums that should approximately be indicative of what music is like at fin du siècle, I leave Xiu Xiu (whom I even went to see live, but I don’t remember) at home, and I talk about the Stooges (which, if I ever have grandchildren, will be one of the favorite stories of grandpa when I recount when I saw them). Let’s pretend we are fourteen years old (perhaps) and we buy the little book in question to get a basic idea of the subject. What the hell do I understand? Before getting to Xiu Xiu I have to go through thousands of things, then I can maybe pass by (even if it seems useless to me). A while ago, I received a harsh reprimand from Trell (why do I always cite him, am I perhaps in love?), because I raised the following question in these parts: is it ever possible that out of 25 reviews in HP, 23 had 5 stars? Is there a difference between Bindi and Cruz, beyond de gustibus, or not? I’m always fourteen years old, and I don't have the means of Tronchetti Provera, I buy Rockerilla, and every month there are 220 albums that get an 8 in the ratings; is it ever possible that I throw money (or time) into a lot of superfluous stuff before figuring out what really matters? That I buy Aoxomoxoa before Live Dead? And what if I never get to Dark Star because Aoxomoxoa is often a drag? I reiterate, the irritation I felt reading the little book in question is precisely this appearance of wanting to be alternative at all costs. As I said in my first post, if you are lucky, retrieve the Velvet insert that listed a hundred albums for three decades and 30 for the fifties. That seems much more objective to me. If you believe that objectivity in this matter is not feasible, no problem. I apologize for the tedium and take responsibility for having made me write the longest post of my 500 DeBaserian days. Always cordially.

In truth, Ale had asked me to review it about fifteen days ago, and I've managed to mess it up. Serves me right. Now that I'm listening to it, it's not bad at all. I even like the guitar. The good thing is that it resembles everything and nothing at first glance. 3.5, pending the actual album.

No, don't worry, besides writing here, at most I'll act silly with some lady (with poor results, by the way, or anyway always inferior to the reviews). And then, this way I've given you a perverse pleasure. Kisses.

P.S. Oops, still flipping through, there are both the Glaxo Babies and the Screamers!

Messer Sfascia, I did tell you that I didn't want to get up! I don't want to defend myself against the accusation of snobbery; I am one and it's the only flaw in me that I can tolerate, but I just want to demonstrate that the people from Blow Up are snobs cubed compared to the aforementioned. Crown of Creation instead of Surrealistic or Volunteers, the second Zep instead of the first, the second Buffalo Springfield instead of the first, Join Hands instead of Scream, the second Velvet, Aoxomoxoa instead of Live Dead (and only this one deserves a flamethrower), Hot Buttered Soul by Isaac, In a Silent Way (which I adore, for Miles, but ask some jazz aficionado), Caravan's If I Could Do It instead of In The Land, Ladies of the Canyon instead of Blue for Joan, Everybody by Young, Low by Bowie... I'll stop here. It seems to me they do it on purpose. If they have to list six hundred records and the first Stooges, the first Zep, and the banana aren't there, well, I might be snobbish, but this little book gets a 2. Always respectful.

Good evening, a first thank you to everyone for coming and for the warm welcome, even if no one knows the record, oh dear! @ Trell: the mistake is writing and editing always with a bit too much red in the body. However, length, you could have corrected it for me, no?

Dear Sfascia, I must confess that the little book in question, while not reading, like Trell (who I hope won’t take offense at the mention), Blow Up, frankly irritated me a bit, rather than not. Choices a bit pretentious and countercurrent, rather than not. And also some classics, that one before or that one after, rather than that one (don’t ask me for examples, as I don’t feel like getting up, but I remember plenty). Being a bit Hornybiato about the charts (even your hundred rather questionable pieces, indeed quite a lot), I can recommend a complete 330 from Velvet (I don’t know if you remember this little magazine that was born and died in a couple of years towards the end of the '80s), much more reliable. I fear you won’t be able to find it unless in some market or on Ebay, but it’s worth it. I don’t know that Rolling Stone one, except when I happen to read about some disc that I adore which usually sits at 482 or thereabouts, but I imagine all of the Boss's omnipresent discography, while I only have the first, which is more than enough for me, while Giunti/Mucchio is not bad in terms of selection, but the reviews can be quite sad, and here we are much better off. I apologize for the prolixity, and I greet you with respect.

Puppy, you’re so tangled up that after all the adoration for the album you only gave it three stars. Even though I hate second-person reviews, the images are so effective that I’m giving you the usual big score. Ah, but as usual, I haven’t heard the album (will there ever be one that we review and both know?), except for the song where Hope sings, whose faint voice lights up any yawn. Having adored the first two JAMC after Automatic, I had to stop to avoid ruining my memories. Cheers.