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hahahah... the technique... the metaphors... muuuuuucciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinooooooooo .... one thing is true in this film. The value that everyone assigns (watch out, UXO) to the beautiful, to the ugly, to the good, to the bad, to the white, to the black. To shit.
You might not have noticed, but the timeline of comments reveals much about you... This is Genius. That is to say, Shit.
In the review of a work of art, praising genius is out of place.
The authors grant Genius to those who wish to grasp the meaning of the work, truly difficult for anyone who is not Sicilian, and particularly Palermitan. Thanks to Palermo and fuck you to Palermo if C. and M. exist. And many others.
My respects instead to those who have glimpsed the profound meaning of their own shit and are now grasping their own Genius. Even if they are not Sicilians. After all, we all come from the same shit. And you are genius. That is to say, offspring of shit.
If I may, I quote the assertion regarding the communicative need of the authors. Don't strain to find metaphors. Instead, strive to give meanings. It's not aesthetics. But a succession of ethical-aesthetic antinomies.

"Certainly," Giuseppe Paviglianiti would say on cynical TV. Too bad the sequel cannot be usefully posted... We are certainly dominated by the Atlantic arch... but it is what it is, Benito has thrown us into the mess, as we deserved, after all. So Licio no... I really don't feel like it... score 1-1.

Fan review. The album - aside from two or three tracks - is boring.

but why would he be so good?

The direction that Radiohead take is always the same, and it only took Kid A to exhaust the entire poetic framework of the Oxford new wave. It would simply be good to say that these guys have nothing left to say. And enough with this electronic crap. Music should also inspire, for heaven's sake. These guys make you exhale depression and emptiness.

Objectivity, guys, otherwise what the hell are we writing here for?
Let’s say that since Cameron joined, PJ hasn't produced any albums of high quality.
Binaural had some interesting elements, but this album just slips by like water, just like that other one whose name I don't even want to remember.
The score would be 1 compared to the potential already expressed by the band.

The album is pretty much the worst episode from DMB, no doubts about it.

Stanley seems to me like the one with the staple guns. Carpenter stuff.

Cornerstone-disk. You may like it or not, but it’s a fundamental chapter, perhaps the last of its kind, in rock music, played like the good ol’ times. I hope I'm wrong, damn...

Review prone to the best Mollica. The album, especially when compared to some milestones (ten, vs.), is truly bland, insipid, poor. With the exception of a few episodes barely worth saving, the PJ, since Cameron joined the lineup, show that they have nothing more to say. My score is 1.