supersoul

Here’s the problem with debaser today... no one writes anymore with the guts like Donjunio, and instead, we have graduates in musicology and classical literature like Matteodileonard... I would like to understand what is innovative about the first Clash album (which I love shamelessly) when the same Strummer claimed to have moved from pub rock to punk after attending a Sex Pistols concert...

"However, I note that for some time now on this site there has been a systematic mud-slinging campaign against me, when it seems to me that I am not the only one holding certain positions. And, quite frankly, I'm not even the one who produces the worst reviews. If this is motivated by my dislike for Cobain & co., I don't know, but it seems evident to me that it is a fact." (cfr.matteodileonard).... My son, in my opinion, the systematic mud-slinging against you seems to be motivated by the dislike from a good part of the site towards you; it seems like an evident fact.

"more than three junkies from Seattle"... everything is clear now, I got it, it's the new fake from katarrys :-)

For me, matteodileonard's evaluations would be interesting if he contrasted people he can't stand, like Nirvana or Springsteen (which, mind you, don't make me scream with joy), with truly valid groups or characters instead of the musically limited Screaming Trees (had he mentioned the Meat Puppets of the Kirkwood brothers...) or the Jam, who may be socially relevant but are always at a pub-level discussion (had he mentioned the Crass...). Following his reasoning, it ends up that his three Turkish bedouins (whom I've listened to carefully) are better than the three Nirvana... and these are precisely some Turkish things to take with a grain of salt, in my humble opinion.

In Springsteen's lyrics, I see myself and my father, an old railway engineer who died of cancer, caught on a locomotive, spat out and identical, and without hope like in a Cormac McCarthy book. In Weller's, it’s always the same old teenage tune that love conquers all.

Great album, it seems like a load of crap but then it hooks you. The unmistakable organ of Garth Hudson, the legendary keyboardist of The Band, impresses. I also like the duet with Feist.

This is the usual "stars and stripes" nonsense, like "promised land" and "American dream" that this guy above talks about. In my humble opinion, you would do better to understand the lyrics of the songs before speaking out of turn.
"Early in the morning the factory whistle blows
Man rises up from his bed and puts on his suit
Man takes his meal with him, steps out into the light of the early morning
It’s a life of work, work, just a life of work

Through the fields of fear, through the fields of pain
I see my father crossing these factory gates in the rain
The factory takes his hearing, the factory keeps him alive in exchange.
Work, work, just a life of work

End of the day, the factory whistle screams
Man crosses these gates with death in his eyes
And you better believe it, boy
Someone tonight will be unwell
It’s a life of work, work, just a life of work"

"Makototen" recalls the second edition of King Crimson with the frippertronic guitarist.

jargon knows how to do reviews! Perhaps I would have included the release date to signify that Daevid and Gilli here are over 60 years old! And they still haven't tired of being sound disruptors with glissando guitars and spatial whispers. If you look at the back cover with Kawabata Makoto sitting on the toilet, you understand (also from the title) who they're related to, but I remember the tracks being quite diverse, ranging from hard (QOTSA???) to spacerock! An album that you listen to and re-listen to until nausea.