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Elsewhere I had rated this beautiful film four stars... but every time I watch it again (and I do watch it again) I like it even more. In line with the folk revival of the time, the meticulous research into British ancestral traditions is truly commendable.

Beautiful review! I'm not quite sure what to think about the album. I love Popol Vuh, but I'm struggling to place this one in their journey. However, I have no doubts about the quality.

A work that made sense only before the widespread diffusion of the Internet; back then it was useful solely for checking discographies (though I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of errors even here). As for the critical work, it doesn't go beyond the level of Virgin Radio (that is: predictable rock sold as if they were experts). Among the juiciest "gems," I recall the little snippet on "Guitars" by Mike Oldfield, where it said something like "a brave work for him, who is primarily a keyboardist"... And while I'm at it, here’s my impression: publications on rock get worse year by year. I browsed through a book index on female singer-songwriters in a bookstore; you find the usual Bjork, Joni Mitchell, PJ Harvey... Kate Bush (who, by the way, didn’t go beyond 4 stars in the famous dictionary) missing in action. I know I’m (massively) biased, but I consider it a run-of-the-mill oversight.

Really very beautiful page. The only work of Basho I know is "Visions of the Country," which is wonderful. I read somewhere that he also had a ridiculous death (his masseur accidentally broke his neck...)

Well done on the review. Unfortunately, "Suddance" is an album that has never made me dream like the "classic" ones by Osanna (yes, even that mess of "Landscape of Life"). At times, the jazz rock setup bores me, which at the time was an overly easy remedy and, in my opinion, limiting for many early Italian progressive heroes. At times, in terms of lyrics, it borders on neobourbonic apologia.

I’m sorry, but the insistence on "piercing the ass of the sky" when talking about Purcell irritates me like Barbara D'Urso’s coffee.

It conveys the idea well, but I don’t catch the reference to Stockhausen.

I’ve never noticed this review; I only searched for it now that I received the news of Francesco's passing. This film holds a special place in my heart because it is of crystal-clear sincerity, it talks about the mountains in an astonishing way, and it says so much about the relationship between a child and an adult (and the responsibilities of the latter: not only Romeo or the adoptive parents, but also the terrible social worker, wonderfully portrayed by Laura Betti). Tonight I want to watch it again, also because it revealed a truth that everyone keeps silent about: ORIETTA BERTI IS CRAZY!

Something, in a double album, almost always ends up becoming filler, but tracks like "Say Something Nice", the electronic trilogy, and above all, "I Love You" truly shine.

"Timothy Leary," please (I can't imagine him singing "Follow Me")