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I could simply tell you that you managed, in just a few lines, to write such a compendium of clichés and give yourself one. I could tell you that it’s not Manuel who writes the lyrics poorly, but you listened to the album poorly. I could tell you that to review an album like this you should have at least a bit of musical culture, which isn’t just discovering that "Carne da cannoni" vaguely resembles 10.15, but discussing the odd tempos in many tracks, the stunning construction of "E' solo febbre", which starts from an arrangement of strings and brass, that it’s not an easy album, but probably the hardest since "Hai paura", which is full of delightful sounds, and if Agnelli's irony doesn’t amuse you, go listen to Elio. Trying to tear down the Afta because they resemble other things here and there is absolutely ridiculous; all rock resembles something else, and the Afta remain unique. I would say you didn’t understand the album and you tear it apart with flimsy arguments. One of the worst debuts as a reviewer I've read on Deb in months. Kudos.

It always amuses me.

Here it is, the Bjork of the very poor. No one can take away that nice 1 from her.

:-) for the last of Super (it's tough being Silvan)

As usual, I place the vinyl on the turntable.

What a beautiful post, Ale! Congratulations, the more months go by, the more it’s a pleasure to read you. The story of the old man and the peas is the icing on the cake of despair. While I become more and more aligned with Lega every day, I can only tell you to keep it up and not give up.

Of that which we cannot speak, we must remain silent.

I would like to revive an old tradition of Deb: NO MORE DUPLICATES! For crying out loud, there were already five, and the last one came out just a month ago. Are there no other records to review? What would you even say? The statement highlighted by Vorte is historically inaccurate; it’s clear it was written by someone born in the '80s who didn’t experience it. The form may seem anachronistic, but the album, aside from "Eroi," is a blend of new wave sounds along with essential Mediterranean and Central European flavors. I mean, U2, Echo, Psychedelic Furs, or whoever you want, would never have thought of making an album like this. And it hasn't even aged poorly.

Sorry Black, but who the hell is this cojon de speedsound? Is he your friend? And what the fuck does speedsound mean? Does he spout nonsense faster than Tom Cruise, beyond the wall of sound?

I would have preferred to stay out of it, I can still be a gentleman, sometimes, but given that you have to drag me into this… you remain the same poor fool, with the same flaws, months go by and you don’t grow an inch. Dr. Adder kindly teases you and what do you find better to do? Call me limited. But why don’t you call yourself an idiot for once, maybe then you’ll accomplish something, unlike your eternal little riddle. With the usual unchanged affection, the kind you have for kindergarten kids struggling with Lego. P.S.: of course, your review is better than mine, ça va sans dire.