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Anyway, you must have "extracted" the EP from some CD edition with bonuses. You talk about the second side, but on my original vinyl there are only six tracks, and the "The Trip" you mention in the review doesn't exist.

Alright guys, breaking the monotony of metal reviews is fine, but let's try to do it well, because I didn't like this one. Stephen McCarthy is a slide guitarist who, as far as I know, has never played with the garage band Unclaimed led by Shelley Ganz (and after the Long Ryders, he will join the Jayhawks). On this record, Des Brewer plays bass. The mini-album in question is a clear reference to "Fifth Dimension," the most overtly psychedelic album by the Byrds. In my opinion, the record feels not just twenty years old but even older than its actual age; just listen to the beautiful "And she rides," but that’s what Griffin wanted.

I’m stepping in because I often see Zappa mentioned (often in vain…). Firstly, I don’t see why all this bitterness towards Nirvana; just pop Bleach into the player and the magic of four rock chords is rejuvenated. Then I’m kind of fed up with seeing Zappa’s name associated with a certain type of intellectual or brainy listening; it means you don’t know a damn thing about Zappa or you’re just speaking in clichés. Want to hear some disco music? Zappa with Sheik Yerbouti will satisfy you... Want to hear some psychedelia? Zappa with Freak Out will satisfy you... Want to hear some garage? Zappa with Joe's Garage will satisfy you... Want to hear some 50s music? Zappa with Cruising with Ruben & the Jets will satisfy you... Want to hear some orchestral music? Zappa with Grand Wazoo will satisfy you... Want to hear some jazz rock? Zappa with Jazz from Hell will satisfy you. And, unlike the many "work mules" that populate the musical universe, he’s capable of renewing the magic with each of these genres.

At number 8, one of the biggest nonsense pieces (the second part of the sentence) of recent times has been written on Debaser. "Funny How Love Is." is even metal...

It's a period of tributes to Kubrick; after the black monolith of the review by the young battlegods in the acoustic section, here’s one from Poletti in the ophthalmic section. For the sake of truth, we must tidy up some of the emphasis from Poletti, as it might seem that on the evening of December 28th at the Salon Indien, only the 46 seconds of L'uscita dalle fabbriche Lumière were screened and that "L'arrivo del Treno..." is the second film by the Lumière brothers. However, that evening, the program featured 10 "films," each around forty seconds long, all "documentaries": scenes of family life (the amusing "Pranzo del bebè"), urban scenes ("Place de Cordeliers a Lyon"), landscapes (Bagnanti al mare), etc., but also the first fictional film (L'annaffiatore annaffiato) which was acted out: a little boy steps on the water hose, and when the gardener looks down the hose to see what happened, he pulls it back and gets soaked. It’s worth noting that the Lumière brothers did not believe in the commercial potential of cinema, going so far as to say it was an art without a future…

I've seen a couple of magic words, Can, Stooges, Comets on Fire... but they've never given me that sofa effect?!?

Sorry for the madness, but I got stuck at the third line (...without the need to get high). But are you talking about the former Dust (dust...) Brothers who then became the Chemical (heh heh...) Brothers that were a hit in the clubs of Manchester?

P.S.: if you only know six Zappa albums, you're worse off than Havel...

Dear little know-it-all, don't get all worked up like that... I'm a child of the summer of love, so peace and love. If you take a good look in the mirror, you’ll realize that the one who provoked is you with this phrase: "because I don't want to waste time arguing about an exit that is clearly pretentious and, above all, doesn't mean a damn thing." I've kindly tried to explain to you why I consider my exit neither pretentious nor meaningless. If you listen to records like you read writings, then we're all good, because the phrase I was referring to ("brimming with brilliant ideas") isn't yours but belongs to the reviewer, and I have every right to consider it exaggerated without you coming at me with your bullshit preaching. Aloha.

...damn Beppe Riva, I still remember when "Metal Rock" by Vanadium came out, Riva's praise for Pino Scotto, with the expression "accustomed to scaling the wall of amplification." Those were great times... we were young and didn’t want to or have time to write reviews... then you get old and start fiddling with the pencil, oops... the little fingers on the keyboard!