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We must also remember Jesus, at least. Long live Spacemen 3. Heeeere here it comes, here comes the sound, the sound of confusion. Big hearts. Sound Of Confusion is also the title, coincidentally, of the mammoth medley at the end of Thank God For Mental Illness, an album so important that I've dedicated my Facebook profile picture to it. Add me on Facebook. I end everything with an appeal to Omahaceleb, who really appreciated Sound Of Confusion: Omaha, stop being disappeared from everything, come back!

It's a really heavy album, damn. Keep in mind that for me, for example, I can't stand raga and even gospel and similar styles - the theme of All Around You is like that, but it's beautiful - yet here they manage to win you over because you also have to say that Newcombe is like a drug filter, and everything that goes through him becomes very beautiful: even the worst house music; in fact, even if Gianluigi67 and dear old Extro91 – to whom I had recommended it, I think – don’t like it, even Who Killed Sgt. Pepper has some cool episodes. They'll be playing at P.Sound but I don't have any money, anyway, Cavallino, I'm heading to Padua to see Neutral Milk Hotel, at least, so get ready to welcome me.

Beautiful Cavallino. I've tried several times to write something about it, but I've never succeeded; you, on the other hand, have done a great job. So, what to say, what to add: just a special mention for Anemone, which I have crowned as the most beautiful song in the world, especially when it goes "you should be picking me up, instead of dragging me down," and you wish it could keep repeating that for a few hours. Even though it already lasts quite a while as it is.

Anyway, it must be said that it is not provincial to thank Maradona, but rather to thank the Talking Heads and not directly David Byrne and Brian Eno.

Ah, I always have to listen to them and then I forget.

VASCO BRONDI SHUT UP AND DON'T BREAK MY BALLS

Beautiful Kloo, hi

Heyyyyyy

Yuk

I had the last chat with blech and flo, now I indulge in a bit of theatricality and in the grotesque setting of this page, I write my final comment on Debaser. Thank you all, goodbye.