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For me, a piece of junk.

Paolo, I've been trying to warn you for a while: when they don't even bold anything for you, it's a clear sign that no one gives a damn anymore.

Be careful, you've missed the first album; it features Repulsion, The Leper, Forget The Swan. If you like the early Dinosauretti, you'll love this one. However, you don't say anything in the review, but it wasn't easy to write about it, so I'll spare you the negative critique. I tried writing it too: a thousand openings, but nothing, I'm too shamefully biased. Anyway, I'll keep it short: this is the best since Barlow's return, as well as the best since Where You Been, excluding More Light and Several Shades of Why by J all by himself. Trust a fanboy. Dinosaur Jr. today is the rock band of a stepchild of Neil Young creating electric ballads with three Marshall refrigerators aimed at their backs and a disastrous arsenal of fuzz and wha and other stuff, with Barlow seeming less of a follower than usual - his songs were the out-of-tune notes of Farm - and Murph, well, he’s just there as usual. It had been a while since I’d fast-forwarded a song just to hear the solo, but damn, the one in Watch The Corners hits me like when I was thirteen. What Was That and See It On Your Side are electric ballads that sound like Zuma would in 2012, Rode could fit on Bakesale. Pierce The Morning Rain is a lifesaver à la You're Living, I Know It Oh So Well, and Almost Fare has some nice '90s country pop vibes; the scattered keyboards don’t affect the traditional wall of guitars. And so on. I love them.

Hey hey, I missed the quote in the last paragraph! I love the definition you give of the collective. I'm glad to have helped you reassess them; let's hope we can compete for reviews on the Elephant 6 groups from now on :)

Ah, one more thing: WAKE UP DEBASER DAMN IT, we’re not talking about just any Vaccines and Kasabian here. Don’t stop at the beginnings, dig into these pages. Otherwise, it’s on you.

Alright, great page Pretax. As for of Montreal, even though I’m a declared admirer of everything related to the Elephant6 scene (and the blog you linked has been pure gold for me), I must admit they've always left me a bit cold compared to the rest. I recognize the class, originality, flashes of genius scattered around, refinement, mastery in hyper-quotationalism, and also a certain stylistic charm typical of E6 groups that I can’t quite explain; yet, despite all that, they still don’t completely sit well with me. However, it’s not at all certain that I won’t change my mind, especially since I’m missing this, and maybe they’ll be the ones to make love bloom. Nice Pretà.

I wrote it before the other user's was published; I didn't know another one had already been written.

I prefer it to Sgt. Pepper by the Beatles.

I prefer Picnic Of Love by Anal Cunt.