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The album, it goes without saying and we need to acknowledge it, is at least ugly, with hints of horridness and a persistent smell of decay even after being ejected from the CD player. You write with enthusiasm but, in my humble opinion, your writing reveals nothing but your passion for the Mancunians, practically devoid of any semblance of criticism. Moreover, aside from your honest and unwavering self-profession as a fan, you transmit nothing else, neither empathy, nor sarcasm, nor any reference to facts related to such listens. Sometimes you can read reviews that are so pleasant and fluid even while hating the artist/group, but if the review is well-written and structured, you can, believe it or not, even appreciate it, even if it’s about a compilation of Demis Roussos reinterpreted by a choir of drunken Tasmanian shepherds. Come on... surely you can do better and entertain us in another way, assuming you write to be read and not to re-read yourself. Until next time!
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Today, one could say that with the mess circulating in the music world, even the worst Venditti seems like a transmitter of unheard genius in comparison. The reality, however, brings us back down to Earth, and it must be said that just above we reviewed one of the most deteriorated works of all Italian singer-songwriters. Certainly, the execution is impeccable, and the production competes with that of contemporary Anglophone artists. The album is devoid of ideas, with tired and populistically repetitive lyrics on worn-out subjects. The audience, equipped with an opposable thumb, understood that this was yet another reheated dish, badly presented, moreover, with stale ingredients. It must be said, noblesse oblige, that Venditti would go on to produce even worse products in the following years, I would say of truly low quality. I don't like your way of reviewing, but that could be my problem; I acknowledge that. You don't connect the product to any personal emotion of yours, you evoke neither empathy nor participation. Be less didactic, if I may suggest. Looking forward to reading you again!
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It was always a nice evening when you could see - and feel - Ivan live. The unreleased tracks feel like filler and the sound is just okay, although a bit better than Live-Parla Tu, which, overall, was a much more representative album of the devastating reality that was Ivan live.
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Welcome, truly.
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Edit to the review: "A 'T' was missing." See the old version Songs of Faith and Devotion - Depeche Mode - recensione Versione 2
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Modification to the review: "The little stars." See the old version Songs of Faith and Devotion - Depeche Mode - recensione Versione 1
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Sorry, it was a post, not a response...

A milestone, a true expression of raw rock tinged with the rough and sparse blues of the Stones finally freed from the primordial slavery of having to chase those who invented, made, and unmade things, forcing those who followed them into mere imitations, which was already decreeing their own end.
An album almost devoid of filler or "soft" parts.
Not to mention that they finally had a true and inspired guitarist, capable not only of scraping the strings but also of placing himself among the ranks of guitarists really permeated with old, blood-filled blues, even if he later proved unable to keep up with the other four on their road paved with excesses and various perversions, something that any true bluesman must pursue for at least a large part of his life.
Humbly, then, a gentle piece of advice to the brave @[Giuseppe13]... follow the inspiration suggested by the great @[G], follow...
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Here, we’re talking about part of the soundtrack of my life, a multi-lane soundtrack, containing wave in all its forms in one lane, flowing parallel to the one that holds blues and rock, and still parallel to the one that consists solely of electronics, and running alongside the lane from which music popular brasileira emerges, and many others, smaller, that flow alongside it…
Giuliano Coppa, damn it, what more can we say about the Druid that hasn’t already been said?
Nothing.
So I move on to the stars.
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I remember it, an honest attempt that was sincerely artisanal, essential, nervy, here and there jolting as if it came from a group of messy twenty-somethings, "played" truly by four prog love's that were indeed not very contaminated. Back then, I remember well that I found myself continuously inside it.