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It's incredible how similar Fortis from the late '70s is to Paul Weller from the mid-'80s. They look like the same person. Perhaps they are.

I went to do a little research on an artist I didn't know.
Strange, I didn’t believe there were more people making (and listening to) music like this. This girl and her band transported me back to the '80s for a moment. I wondered how a "time machine" like that is possible. Then I saw she is Australian. Perhaps the key to the phenomenon is precisely that: Australia, a magical country where things happen that we saw 40 years ago, or things we will still see in 40 years.
Anyway, it’s all extremely fun. Congratulations DaniP!

By pure chance, lately I’ve been listening to a simply FANTASTIC blues rock record, and while I’m at it, I’d like to recommend it to all blues lovers. It’s the debut album of harmonica player Junior Wells, titled "Hoodoo Man Blues," recorded and released in 1965, together with guitarist Buddy Guy. It’s an authentic blues record, while the splendid Blues From Laurel Canyon belongs to a genre of white revival. Both, however, are absolute thrilling works.

Frankly, it all seems very exaggerated for an album like this. Maybe I'm just an old crank, I admit it, but I know plenty of music like this, even from lesser-known names. It's all too much. Did you accidentally press the CAPS LOCK key? It happens. But then, if one reads it back, they notice. Well...

Splendid album.
There was a time when you couldn't review Pink Floyd albums on Debaser anymore without being hit by a violent barrage of insults, accused of inflating the site with useless reviews of the same titles.
I have never shared that policy, because a review can also be a declaration of love, which is why it is legitimate even when it’s one among many.
That era seems to be finally over, and now we can go back to writing that Saucerful or Dark Side are simply albums you love and that mean something to you, without being torn apart. This is one of those reviews, and for that, I respect it.
Of course, if you could have explained why this album is important to you, it would have been better. From this perspective, it seems quite lacking.
Nonetheless, for an album like this, I appreciate even a simple declaration of love.

Aaaah, this is where I've been waiting for you....
Because this is an album that is part of a handful, let’s say about seventy, of records I’ve loved for forty years, without second thoughts.
It's a stunning blues rock album, with jazz potential.
If it were just for this, it would sit alongside hundreds of other albums with the same characteristics. However, this music, and only this, in particular, and unlike other Mayall records, possesses a very particular vein of nostalgia and melancholy that makes it unique and great.
Your review fails to identify this element, but it has all the other judgments I can wholeheartedly agree with.
So, 5 stars (6 if I could) for the album and 4 stars for the review, which jump to 5 for choosing it among so many. Thank you, Embal.

Dignified

Many, many years ago, I'd say in the early '80s, my mother was a French lecturer at the University of Turin, and one of her colleagues, also a lecturer at the same department, was none other than Ionesco's daughter. One day, this girl told my mother that her parents were coming to visit her in Turin. My mother, who is of Tunisian origin and makes a fabulous couscous, invited her colleague and her parents to dinner at our place to taste the famous couscous.

And so I found myself having dinner with Eugene Ionesco. I was just an 18-year-old kid, rather silly. During dinner, my parents and the Ionescos conversed in French about things I understood very little, and then the doorbell rang: it was some friends who wanted to invite me to a pub. "Guys, I can’t, I have people over for dinner."

"But come on, come down, what are you doing with those old folks? Giovannona Boccadivelluto, Deborah Linguaguizzante, and other girls are asking for you, say goodbye to everyone and come down, we can’t wait too long."

So I took my father aside and told him I was saying goodbye to everyone and would leave with some friends. My father told me something I have never forgotten: "But don’t you have a poster of Mick Jagger in your room? Well, this gentleman and his wife are more famous than your Mick Jagger. Think carefully before you leave like this. You might regret it one day."

I said goodbye to Ionesco and his wife, my father told me not to be too late, and I went to join my friends. Do I regret it? I still haven't figured it out.

I fully agree with the content of the review, which was written by a historic reviewer from Debaser.

I agree that it's a bit boring. However, this is a fantastic band.