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Well, I hope the proposal and the nickname are a provocation.

Well, never mind, the cover...

Well, I haven’t seen the movie and I’m never going to, because I don’t have Netflix and I have no intention of getting an account for the next ten years. From how you talk about it, it seems like an attempt to transpose the magical realism of Isabel Allende into the "film object," as those smart people who study semiotics would say. It starts from the historical context and then shifts towards a fantastic-magical realm. I don’t know, the idea honestly seems like a load of crap; I think you might have held back in your comment.

I'm sorry, but I can't access external links or view images. If you provide the text directly, I'd be happy to help with the translation.

Seen last Saturday in Bari on a somewhat nostalgic evening, with a lot of people over thirty and little youth. From other accounts I've found online, it seems that in general the concert lasts too short considering the ticket price; I can say the same, I believe that an hour and a half for twenty-six euros is a robbery without a balaclava. Whether it was because of the Montanari or not, it seems to me that Alberto and Roberta have become more relaxed in front of the audience compared to the wild discomfort they showed a few years ago. I don't know if it was a choice of the band or because of the lousy acoustics of the venue, but the sounds were really too unbalanced, with the kick drum and cymbals completely drowning out the other instruments and the voice. Well, ultimately nice but not special, a bit like the album. Let's put it this way, at least I had the satisfaction of smoking three bombs in front of the coppers before and after the concert. In your faces, bobbies!

Generational album? Mmh, not in Italy, since at the time only ten people listened to it. For us, the Crystal Method are more generational, especially due to the spin produced by Fifa 98. A review from someone who knows what he's talking about, but we already knew that. But, and I refer to one of your previous pages, you are indulgent with the Leftfield and much harsher with the Prodigy. Honestly, it seems to me that it's a matter of bias, because for both the sound feels outdated.

Tracks like "Line Up" and "Turkish Mambo" come from another universe. It would be quicker to say he was a genius, if the term weren't sadly overused.

"Tagazzu" takes me back in time, to those summer days when a cousin of mine from Assemini, a dribbling dwarf and an absolute genius of Nuragic football, made me look foolish on the beach of Torre Mozza in front of my friends. Dribbling, counter-dribbling, he would turn around with a little smirk and say to me: "Come on, you’ll get it next time...tagazzu". And deep down, I wished for him to break his tibia and fibula.

Extremely powerful live, always. I saw him for the first time during the Macarena period and a second time after the release of Die. I can only imagine what he can do with the inspiration from the latest album. Which, in my opinion, after all, is still an album made for assholes.

,Ok ok, it seems like a good recommendation. But doesn’t he have Angius as his last name? Or am I getting confused with a nearly namesake director?