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Maybe I never thanked you for introducing me to this little gem... ;) A hug

Alright, that night no, okay, but... did you give it to him afterward? Or did he end up listening to Venditti? (sorry for the vulgarity, but we're on a metal review, whatever they say ;) )

Sergej Alejnikov, among other things, still lives in Lecce. Every now and then I go deliver pizzas to him in the evening, risking being mauled by the dog. He seems younger now than he did in the Eighties, but in fact, he is incredibly slow when he has to get to the door :)

Look, even though it’s not my kind of music, I admit that Vasco has always been quite likable to me for his attitude and the consistent life choices over the years. As for the songs, I really like some of the old ones, maybe because they’re tied to my childhood in the Eighties, and if I get the chance, I listen to them gladly, 'azz! (His latest productions, at least for the last fifteen years, leave me pretty indifferent...) Anyway, a live show by Vasco is always a pleasure for the energy it exudes and the class of the musicians involved. Overall, I don’t mind him, come on...

Well... I never thought I could add one of your reviews to my favorites... I was wrong!

One cannot approach any Paradise Lost album expecting to reconcile it with their previous works because... it's simple: they always change! Like it or not, these bloody Englishmen never miss a beat. The albums may change, but their sound remains a trademark that is gray, monolithic, and oppressive; and Believe In Nothing, in fact, is an album that lets through very little light, mostly sickly and terminal. Far from "a beautiful and sunny Sunday morning"... yes, yes...

how to put it...the cherry on the crap that was missing from a Saturday night to forget! Well done

It happened to me too that I didn't immediately appreciate this album and left it gathering dust on my shelves because... I don't know... it seemed to me, at first listen, too ethereal, too self-referential, too much smoke and not a shadow of meat! Then, about a month ago, more as a diversion than anything else, I put it back in my stereo and the notes and harmonies that emerged seemed to come from an entirely different record!! I changed my mind too, so the only advice I can give is to not approach listening to Traced In Air as if it were a Focus pt.2, and not to consider it a metal album. Because yes, there is a bit of growl, there’s a killer rhythm section and plenty of double bass as metalheads like, but there’s also, and above all, much much more. And it reveals itself listen after listen. In fact, what I don’t like is that little bit of growl, look...

Hehe... beautiful "Hey Floyd"! How much I like it...