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a highly refined fake... but the funniest thing is MikiNigagi's response.

It's nice, but the piece seems to clash a bit with the actual content of the album, in which Neil Young has poured all his bitterness and disillusionment. This album, and even more so the subsequent one, Tonight's The Night, are literally filled with the ghosts that you invite to throw into the fire in your text. In fact, in Tonight's The Night, the ghosts even have names, Bruce Berry and Danny Whitten, friends who died of an overdose. They are two splendid and grim albums, turned towards the past, which is painfully called into question. Your piece expresses an invitation to hope and optimism that is completely absent from the album in question. Still nice and well-written.

ding dong, ding dong love,
a hundred bells are saying yes...

...well done Cervo!

Well, the school trip to London in 1973 is something you remember for a lifetime, I believe. I still recall with unbearable nostalgia a trip to Vienna (which is certainly not London), and it wasn't even in 1973, but exactly 10 years later: the era of U2, Style Council, and Everything But The Girl. I remember that trip for sentimental reasons; I had a crush on a classmate who thought very highly of me (just like Fantozzi's wife thought of her husband. But... love, no?). I ended up making out with another classmate who I wasn't interested in at all. Totally wrong. However, overall, the memories are incredibly sweet. I would give my left pinky to go back to that time. The record is really lovely, and the review is just as good.

beautiful memories, undoubtedly, but I've always found Vecchioni unbearable.

Well, I simply find Funeral a beautiful album and this at least nice, without too much fuss.

wow!

Well done.

Your review is entertaining, and the adventure of this trip is told very well, so much so that it brings to mind similar experiences I had in those places many years ago (I mean the adventurous pursuit of a concert, navigating through fascinating and remote places). The only small limitation of your enjoyable piece is that, not knowing this band, the description of the musicians and the music you listened to didn’t allow me to get a real sense of what it was. I had to supplement your review with a little research on Wikipedia. In short, your review is for connoisseurs who already know what we're talking about. Nevertheless, I consider you a significant presence in the Debasio scene, and I always read you with interest and enjoyment. So, congratulations TataOgg, and see you next time.

This summer was incredibly unfortunate for me. I fractured my wrist and had to spend 3/4 of the time sitting on a chair doing nothing.
By chance, I ended up re-listening to the White Album, as well as the NON DISCO "Smile" by the Beach Boys.
Apologies for the banality of my comment, but I'm in such a rough state that I can’t think of anything better (thus I’m offering ammunition to my beloved haters, who will either massacre me or, worse, ignore me).
Well, it was nice to relisten to the White Album. The Beatles were yearning to break up and go their separate ways. The centrifugal tension in the album is palpable (oh my, what a cliché, forgive me). They had become an unbeatable team of "craftsmen of pop constructed and realized in the studio."
This characteristic of "superb craftsmanship" in the recording studio links them to the Beach Boys (who, admittedly, were still capable of great live performances, but their ability to create sonic wonders in a recording studio seemed to be superior at that time).
In any case, "studio craftsmanship" or not, the White Album remains, for me, a treasure trove full of beautiful, chaotic music; there’s everything in there, yet it’s still beautiful.
"Smile" by the Beach Boys, on the other hand, doesn’t exist. It’s a collection of splendid sketches of something that was supposed to become an album; Brian Wilson's ambition was to create their masterpiece. But then the final phase of synthesis was lost due to the abandonment of the project. What Smile was supposed to be can only be vaguely inferred. The work essentially does not exist. What a shame.
Nevertheless, from those sessions, we still have Good Vibrations and Surf's Up, which join that wonder titled "Pet Sounds."
So, the Beatles and the Beach Boys kept me company in a hellish summer. I adore both for the magnificence of their imagination and compositional ability.
Zaireeka is part of the group of valuable voices (or pens, or keyboards) of Debaser, so I’m giving my 5 stars for this simple nod to an old good review of a wonderful work like the White Album.
Looking forward to better times for me.