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Really intriguing reception, as rarely happens on our shores, thanks Rivoli. I haven't listened to the album in years (it's the only one from the 65/75 decade that I don't own; when I was wandering around the house, I only listened to 2000 light years on repeat). Sooner or later I'll buy it, if I find it in the gatefold version.

Great recovery for a group that, unfortunately, is unknown to most (nobody voted for them :-(). Among the "sources," I would also mention Young. I saw Califone, a direct offshoot of Red Red Meat, and it was the most Young-like concert I've ever witnessed, even more so than Young himself ;-).

Mmh, it was already there :-). And made by good old Lewis! (I had it in mind too, then I backed off). Great job, anyway.. You did well not to vote for it. It's one of those matters of the heart where votes don't make sense.

The ninth disappointment of the trip-hop scene, after the Portishead album. Full of expectations, after Quixotic had already left me more than perplexed, I was hopefully awaiting the Danger Mouse production, and instead... nothing at all. Perhaps there are a couple of tracks that stand out, the rest is just syrupy. I tremble at the thought of the next Massive. A review that's nothing short of embarrassing, it feels like a crossover between Tiziano Crudeli and Pelegatti talking about Milan. Help!

If the review of Rumore is terrible, what is yours? A mishmash of banality and obviousness? Ultimately, a sea of nonsense. This album is by far superior to the last two, much less mainstream and much more refined in its writing. Didn’t you get that? It seems that you really didn’t. Why even write a review, since it had already been panned? I should say welcome to you; I normally do. Instead, I say: go back to where you came from, there are far too many nonsense on these shores.

Unmissable and unparalleled. Even twenty years ago, they drew fifty people, but live, they remain one of the most entertaining bands ever. Really unbelievable cazzons! (more than all the others mentioned in the posts).

Dear Pistolpete, your comment is a monumental piece of crap. I'm so old that I couldn't care less if a record has Thom Yorke or Portishead written on it, I've stopped being a fan a long time ago; what interests me is only listening to decent and not boring records. This instead is pestilentially dull. If you want to try listening to a bit more lively and intriguing electronic music, check out the latest Burial or the latest The Field, unfortunately not even reviewed on our site, and then we can talk about it.

Well...finally someone is criticizing this album. It has been praised beforehand but, in the end, after listening to it a few times, it really doesn’t go anywhere. Everything sounds like it's been heard a billion times before. The scarcity of Gibbons as a vocalist is disarming. Since the backing tracks aren't captivating, her monotonous and whining voice turns everything into boredom. As often happens, overthinking leads to nothing. Ten years to give birth to this little mouse? Electronic music is elsewhere; they only have the name left, there are no ideas. This comes from someone who holds the first one dear like few other things.

Dear little piece of shit, it’s good that the whole Deb knows what your behavior, which you define as honest, is like, just like Moggi’s. For the past year, regularly, like the worst horseflies, you come to my reviews and just as regularly give a rating that is low and below average. Now, I, since I’m getting old and a bit daft, have noticed this persistent behavior, and I kindly asked you to stop it. Are you obsessed with me? I don’t understand why. Such behavior is either from mentally unstable people or from assholes. You decide. The fact is, if your ratings had a reason, I would even respect them. But since they don’t (coming to give a low rating to a review where most give high scores means that the problem is with you, not with the other Debaserians). Just like in the last one where you called it self-indulgent, when you are the king of self-indulgence. Nevertheless, my polite invitation continues. I, being a gentleman, didn’t even come to make fun of you for the umpteenth shit show you put on. No, you are the one who has to come and make a fuss. So what do you think you deserve other than me telling you that you are an idiot? And now I’ll start bothering you in your reviews. Let’s see how much fun you have, shithead.

Now you've really broken my balls, you piece of shit. It's been a year that you've been regularly giving me shitty ratings on my reviews; who always gives the worst score? That big dog-headed piece of shit. I haven't done anything to you. If you're just the usual bitter Roman loser with no life, that's not my problem. You wanted a war, and now you'll have it, you piece of shit, even if it costs me getting kicked out by Deb. Fuck you!