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Great Lewis, I see that you've also taken to writing mind-blowing reviews. Anyway, tempting proposal. I will keep it in mind.

yeah!

Regarding the certain heaviness in digesting certain krautrock bands, there’s no dispute, especially in the case of the kraut. Almost all groups of the genre in question have an immense discography—just look not only at Tangerine (well, it's true, they are the most prolific but also the heaviest) but also at Amon Duul, Popol Vuh, and Can, who each have nearly 30 albums. A true ocean of material, which, however, compared to Zappa’s (one man, 1500 heads) is nothing. It might be a bit dismissive to say it’s nothing, but Frank's work is a true parade of the most diverse genres, while the krautrockers always stay on the same wavelength.

A rather redundant review; not only has this masterpiece of kosmische already been reviewed well, but perhaps the redundancy is due to the fact that we all know the story and there was no need for a monstrous introduction. Nevertheless, a commendation for the impeccable and precise writing. As for Zeit, it’s an auditory block of reinforced concrete, in the sense that it’s gigantic and immense, and that’s precisely where the album falters. Still, it’s quite a piece of work.

Good suggestion for those who are not familiar with Frusciante's solo work. I stand by my opinion (expressed in your other review on Frusciante) although I appreciate him a lot.

Very touching review. I've read Saviano's novel/documentary, but it doesn't seem to me that the topic is so disgusting. More than anything, the right term is destabilizing. It's something that brings you down because you feel that Italy, in some ways, is around 40% a mess, and what the hell have you done until now? Nothing. This thing kind of leaves you with your pants down. It's true. You read about it in the newspapers every single day. But it’s hard to see the situation darker than this (like your very "noir" nickname, it suits Garrone's film). I haven't seen the movie, but I’m speaking about the novel: raw, realistic, telegraphic (not too much) and dark. Very dark.

Brilliant.

The receipt is concise and smirking at a group that's overly flashy and ridiculous. I find myself agreeing quite a bit. The era of costume parties is over; someone should tell these folks, and they can spread the word to MM and that parish circus of the Slipknot as well.

I agree with Lewis Tollani. @easycure, @laggio: I didn't say that psychedelia and the avant-garde were first conceived by the minds of the fab four; in fact, I'm the first to say that back in '66, '67 there were plenty of people ahead of them (look at the Fugs, Zappa and his mother, then Van Vliet, Red Crayola, Velvet Underground, early Floyd), but you can't deny that even in Rubber Soul, in those childlike yet slightly genius songs, you could glimpse what was coming next. It's normal; the Beatles were by no means the only ones, let alone the first, but certain arrangements (also thanks to the brain of the “Fifth Beatle,” their music producer) were envied and copied by a horde of sixties artists. Sure, their technical ability is debatable; McCartney was known for his chops, Harrison a bit less, and Starr even less so, but their music wasn’t just entertainment. Okay, you can call it that until '65, but then it’s not the same thing. As I’ve already said, I invite you to listen closely to "Strawberry Fields Forever" and "Tomorrow Never Knows," and then you might change (or maybe not) your opinion. I'm not even a Beatles fan, but not liking something is one thing, while cursing the entire musical world is another.

Certo, invia pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.