supersoul

What a character, guys! In three years, between Love it to Death and Billion Dollar Babies, he churned out records that were practically pre-punk. Today everyone is amazed by the novelty of Marilyn Manson... please!!

an anecdote about the cover that sees them snickering. They hated posing and drove the photographer, a famous one whose name I can't remember, crazy. At one point, Duane stands up saying he needs to get something for his headache... and comes back with a bag full of cocaine... and everyone starts laughing.

...surely a music history professor who doesn’t know this album has little to teach... ah ah ah

Here's why the review seemed too "academic" to me, lacking heart and spontaneity, which instead are overflowing in the band's compositions. Perhaps one of the greatest live albums of all time, keep in mind that they were roughly in their twenties at the time and technically they are astonishing; each member fits perfectly with the others. Duane was a monster, and in tracks like "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed" by Dicky Betts, his solos are worthy of the best jazz from the Coltrane era.

Brief as a review, I like to remember it by its Italian title; they didn't translate it as "Close Encounters of the Third Kind." I wouldn't forget, in addition to Corman, the works of other directors in the 50s, when science fiction had a much more mysterious allure. *Ultimatum to Earth* by Robert Wise, *The Thing* by Christian Nyby, and the works of Jack Arnold. I wonder why I find those much more enjoyable to watch than Spielberg's film.

Nice review, bad album made of recycled riffs.... (clearly in my opinion)

...who are you telling, it makes me angry that his version of Cocaine has been so successful that many consider him the author. listen to how JJCale performs it in the stunning live. By the way, last year the album "theroad to escondido" was released credited to JJCale - Clapton, which I found disappointing.

...here's another one who sets the rules on how to pose to avoid getting hurt... unbelievable!!!

Dear Alessio, feel free to go to the bathroom and stay there for a while; usually, the toilet offers good advice. This site may be a piece of ancestral shit (but are you a coprophile?), but if someone has the guts to untangle themselves from it, they can also understand from whom they can receive something and from whom not, beyond their own tastes... An example? The review of Acadie by Daniel Lanois, an album I own that doesn't quite fit my tastes, but I find the review to be made competently, which unfortunately I don't see in Anarcho's. As for you, you stuff yourself with awful Italian punk that can only give a hand job to boy bands like the Pistols and Clash, not to mention the badass USA scene including Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, etc., but in my opinion, you're like Salgari writing about the Tigers of Mompracem having only three months of experience on a ship along the Adriatic coasts. Oh, and stick a pin on your cock; maybe it will change your life...

Hardrock 92, when you say "I think instead that the idiot is Sid Vicious, he just wanted to make a mess and that's it," you suggest that you haven't really understood much, but don't worry, you're in good company in this discussion, of the spirit of punk. Keep in mind that precisely because of his quality of being an idiot, Vicious joined the Pistols instead of Glen Matlock, who was kicked out because he was too nice a guy and could actually play the bass well. And in fact, he later formed a nice boy band called Rich Kids with that nuisance Midge Ure (then Ultravox) and capable of producing a piece of crap like Ghosts of Princes in Towers.