mj64

just out of curiosity. I saw on the same page of the squackett search that I had just done the offer on ibs. cd+dvd deluxe edition for €30.70. but these are crazy! for half of that I preordered the new echolyn album, which I will probably review as soon as it arrives. progressive regards

Nice review, I only dissociate myself from the violent criticisms of Styx and Boston (another genre, another depth but some albums, in my opinion, are essential for both groups; I wouldn't be so destructive about AOR in general). I'm slightly curious about the album, I'll listen to it and I just hope it's better than the aforementioned GTR, even though I've saved very little from both of their solo careers for almost thirty years (oh my God, Fish Out of Water is an almost masterpiece, but let's not forget it's from 1975).

I don’t vote for the album because (guilt-ridden) I haven't really considered it until now. And it's a shame, as I jumped onto the Marillion (or Marillic) site no more than a week ago to shell out the painful 30 quid for the preorder of the upcoming album (maybe) coming out in September. I was aware of its existence but I’m guilty. The review, which I would say is excellent, naturally led me to lean towards a careful listen and – perhaps – for an additional expenditure. Kudos jk.

The fact that this film has received only one comment in almost two days is truly disheartening, a result of a "culture" that leads to underestimating comedy compared to the theoretically serious. An absolute masterpiece, balancing between the surreal grandeur of Python and more classic comedy, with stratospheric actors (yes, Kline is immense in making a potentially unbearable character likable, Cleese is superb, Palin almost touching, and her, Jamie Lee, how much I loved her). Probably among the two or three best films in the genre. I echo the advice: a must-see. PS - Forced by my kids, I just bought two fish: naturally they are named Wanda and Otto!

Well, if I have to find a flaw (and it's quite significant), it’s his being a manifestation of the damn Yankee dream infused with patriotism, etc. etc. But it's undeniably a great film (and the comparison with Pretty Woman is really shameful, please), with a thousand historical-anecdotal ideas and Tom Hanks’ stratospheric performance (a true great, he hasn’t missed a beat since Philadelphia, well, I’d skip The Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons maybe...) to Gary Sinise, from the wonderful Jenny to the mother (the summer lobotomy prevents me from remembering the names of the actresses I know perfectly well), the soundtrack is fabulous, the direction is precise, and in terms of effects, it’s a cornerstone of cinema history. I’m a softie too; Jenny's death always moves me. The best line is perhaps the one about Watergate and the "apple." But if I have to choose one, “Does your father’s name also happen to be Forrest?” Despite its flaws, I will never stop loving it. Well done, lobotomy.

I don't rate the album; I've only heard "Englishman in New York" and found it completely pointless (by the way, very similar to the original, while I can't even imagine what came out with tracks like "Next to You"). But what does he have to rant about the other Police if he still draws heavily from the trio's legacy to scrape together a few bucks? Honestly unbearable, even though his voice is still thrilling (that aforementioned version of EiNY was practically identical to the original in this regard), and the Police tour proved he can still captivate. I wouldn't throw away his entire solo output; there was something worth saving in the first two or three albums as well, but I find his pretentious guru approach truly insane. As for considering the latest Sting on the same level as the latest Peter Gabriel (even compared to those two clowns from ex-Queen who are dragging a great musician like Paul Rodgers into ridicule, there's no more religion), I see it completely differently. The latest album of Gabriel covers is moving, intense, with moments of true lyricism even though a bit monotonous (a full 4 stars), and anyway Peter is a god, whereas Sting is just a good bassist-singer who thought he was a god and threw a magnificent career down the toilet due to his arrogance.

the movie is stunning, but certainly the disgust it leaves you with during and after viewing is remarkable. great sabina, but we need to come up with something otherwise we'll really end up in a very bad place.

Well done! Tonight I'm going to see the movie, with unchanged enthusiasm after reading this review that isn't really one. I'll be able to share my thoughts on the documentary about "that one, Sabina-Sabrina Guzzanti" (Emilio Fido dixit) later.

I totally disagree. Or rather, it's definitely one of the lesser works in Latimer's and company’s career (but from here we can almost safely talk about just Andy), yet "the tedious solos of Latimer" are only heard by you. Moreover, if this album has a flaw, it is certainly its frayed nature, in the futile attempt (the last one) to “go commercial” and write pop songs with some radio potential alongside more typically Camel sounds. After this, the good Andy will know, in the 90s and up until the end (I fear it will remain so), to reclaim themes more his own, picking up the prog discourse with an intimate vein (but never tedious, ...tacci tua!) and lyrics that are anything but banal: harbour of tears and rajaz are beautiful. The score for the album would be 3.5, while the review would be 2.5. Camellic greetings.

Listening to it again today after maybe 15 years, it moved me quite a bit: "know who you are," "don't leave me now," "my kind of lady," "waiting so long" are all excellent tracks. At the time, it disappointed me a bit; listened to today, it feels like a less perfect album than its predecessor, more troubled (one can almost sense the contrasts between the two band leaders with Roger about to leave soon), but with high-level moments and even less pop than the American breakfast (just listen to the wonderful endings of the last two tracks, quality prog). Great band, in conclusion: I give it a 5 to mediate with the 4 I previously rated. And a piece of advice to those who don’t know them: the first two albums, albeit not very Supertramp-like, are worth more than a hurried listen, especially the first one.