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In short, a beautiful album that you really love, that's all.

You wrote a piece about "Debaser." Not about Pink Floyd.
Let me explain right away.
Recently, the one hundred and fourteenth book in Italian about the history of Pink Floyd was published, a 350-page tome that, in search of unpublished elements, includes every burp made by Roger Waters between 1969 and 1971, with the exact time and intensity level expressed in decibels. The farts had already been published by at least 16 previous publications.
Needless to say, the book was well-reviewed on Deb just a few days ago.
In such a situation, the only, and I mean THE ONLY way to discuss Pink Floyd meaningfully is to share YOUR relationship with this music.
Which you are far from proposing in this and other pieces of yours that I have read recently.
In conclusion, it seems to me that a review like this, from a perspective of discourse on Pink Floyd, is totally devoid of any utility. It instead raises a serious question about the meaning of this site and its continued existence.
This is a site that has its years and has now amassed a considerable amount of content.
Whoever writes CANNOT ignore this.
If you write pieces like these, Debaser is no longer useful.
But Debaser is made by and for people.
I believe that before rushing to write your next piece, you should reflect on this issue.
Best regards.

Damn! What a declaration of love!
Tonight I'm going to watch it (if I can find it on YouTube or somewhere else. If anyone has a good link, thanks in advance). His movies are guaranteed fun, and I miss that.

As almost always, I share the criticisms and advice of odradek. Listen to MississippiFra and you’ll see that you’ll feel better next time.
Remember that odradek is quite knowledgeable, as it’s said he has turned 103 years old, and every morning he gets up and has a small glass of almost warm Lagavulin, with a drop of water.
And he’s bursting with health. I start my day with a cup of Oban, I'm 53 years old, and I’m on the verge of death from alcoholism. Perhaps because I’ve never added the drop of water.
Anyway, the well-directed passion towards a beautiful record deserves my applause. Clap Clap.

It doesn't seem fair to consider as "greatly underestimated" a master who has always been unanimously regarded as a leading figure, recognized worldwide as the author of some of the greatest songs of all time. You might consider Piero Ciampi or Umberto Bindi (just to name a couple among many) as underestimated. But Paoli is almost universally regarded as one of the fathers of Italian song and, over the years, has received all the recognition he deserves. If anything, age has forced him to lessen his presence on stage (and I would want to see anyone do otherwise, given that he was born in '34). Just this critique. The rest of the review seems impeccable and commendable to me.

I partially agree with Carlos, in the sense that, once the theme and the main data are clearly framed, you could have made a deeper and more personal reflection. I also agree with him on the general underestimation of Ferreri's cinema by the audience that considers itself more cultured. However, I applaud the effort to write something about a film like this. After all, it's for people like you, VinnySparrow, that I willingly take a look at this site. Not certainly for the kids who are splitting hairs about Italian rap discs. Then more can be done. But at least, congratulations on the choice of the theme.

My applause to Almotasim, a funny piece about a band I've cherished since my teenage years. However, I am one of those who consider Peter Gabriel's departure a serious blow. Not that Collins doesn't have all the right qualities, but the music from the Gabriel era had that "something" that... ...damn, I just don't feel it today. Not at all.

The cleaning lady shouts from the landing:
"Young man, young man, hurry up! There's a review of POLO! Hurry up, young man! It tears apart Ziggy Stardust in fifteen lines!"
I bound up the stairs three at a time, enter, and rush to the monitor without even taking off my scarf and coat. The butler and the cleaning lady position themselves discreetly behind me, arms crossed. The cleaning lady whispers something to the butler and I gesture for silence as I read.
A minute of silence passes, then I finish reading and turn to them. I look at them gravely for a moment. Then we all burst out laughing heartily.

girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's girl you know it's

in front of 80,000 people.
AMAZING!

There would be enough material to make a fantastic movie. I could write the script. I could come up with a particularly original title that stands out.
"Milli Vanilli, the greatest rock'n'roll scam."
What do you think? Not bad, right?
We need money. The genius idea is there.