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Ah, sorry again... as an old drummer... Sterling Campbell a fraud? If you don't elaborate on your statement, you risk coming across as the fraud yourself, since he's one of the most respected drummers of the last few decades and a very serious professional... not an innovator, true, but a really great drummer indeed. I'm waiting.
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Sorry, the stars.
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When it comes out for free on Kobo, I'll read it. I have respect for the first three albums by the DD; despite the screams from teenage girls and the female adoration surrounding them, nobody at the time appreciated the technical aspects, perhaps also due to the awkwardness of that chicken lingering in front of the microphone... aesthetically, it was their strong suit, but technically, well, come on... their rhythm section was powerful and highly effective, with few equals in the pop of that era, and Taylor the keyboardist complemented everything with modest efficiency... I've felt the sensation of the multisuicide brought up repeatedly myself several times... I liked the Cuccurullo shift, but they were no longer fresh and carefree; you could sense more technical competence (the guitar had always been sorely missed in the early albums, and the little guy talked and talked but...) and at the same time, there was a lack of immediacy... Well, the Duran, full of money and with highly developed production possibilities, but with few certainties in terms of their career. I'm convinced that even today, they still don’t quite know what they'll do when they grow up...
DRE CLUB
21 jan 21
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The stars, God Colonel.
DRE CLUB
21 jan 21
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So, given that self-praising is not nice, let’s just say that @[G] lets this and much more slide, much more...
Otherwise, they might ban you and soccazzitua.
As far as I’m concerned, I like to think this work was actually played, and I mean really played, with beautiful holy little fingers and not just derived from pre-fried sounds on the computer, but I admit, I liked it, I liked it. Echoes of less commercial Jarre alternate with William Orbit-like notes sometimes filled with emptiness and pauses.
The strings in "Microchip" delighted me much more than the house music hints present here and there, often referenced by those who were twenty in the nineties and have completely immersed themselves in the revivals of the time...
I liked it.
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I really don’t know how you, my friend, can still look at yourself in the mirror from now on, without directing a generous spit into your own eye.... I wonder how you haven’t yet thought about self-flagellation, in a variable number, at your discretion, between twenty and thirty, neither less nor more.
Now you have partially atoned for your horrible guilt, but sleep uneasily: our shadows will come to your bed to disturb your guilty sleep, rest assured.
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I have followed, from afar and with little, alas, attention, your "listens" of the LMD, and today I listened to them again in line... I better prepare myself more, as I notice, amidst the extermination of the truly twilight and chaotic landscape, forever in the process of reorganization, my musical media, as one might say nowadays, just an old c90 TDK that on one side had the Mars EP and on the other Press Color.... mea culpa, pater....
A wave of memories, scents, noises, people who are no longer around for eons, foul-smelling alleys with a door and a friend's house where only new and no waves could be heard coming from the Teac deck....
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He has always had on his side the fact that he is truly nice and approachable, a simple guy who greets everyone and doesn't act all snooty. Musically, you'll agree, he has been repeating the same song for thirty years. It's not that it's necessarily a bad thing, but...
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I apologize for the typos, really so many.
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A typical review from a passionate fan but also a fine connoisseur of the entire works of their beloved, who is able to explain even its most hidden nuances with great technical expertise. Abundant in knowledge, somewhat less in placing their idol in the right box, assuming there's an intention to categorize everything. In my humble opinion, Baglioni has been repeating the same style for about thirty years, which he established in the late eighties, with long, verbose lyrics, full of self-references that serve no purpose other than to celebrate his august persona and his thoughts, always turned inward with no awareness of the world around his ethereal body. Musically, alongside the clichéd reproduction of always similar backing tracks, bordering on physical annoyance, his vocal means have now reached a level that can be quantified as scarce/decidedly insufficient/irritatingly harmful for human tolerance.