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Heard only once, like many other "extreme" works, either deafeningly loud or eerily silent. The rating ranges from 0 to 10, and whatever it is, it all makes sense. I believe that in Reed's mind there was a big middle finger to himself rather than to others; I don’t think he was too interested in "others." There’s no point in saying that if the record had been signed by "Pinco Pallino," it would be a whole different story, but History is made by the greats.
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Brown Book, Nada, and this are very interesting, the total acoustic breakthrough breaks me after a while.
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I believe I saw him on TV years ago, and for goodness' sake. In fact, I saw another film where he played the role of the rebellious teenager who dumped everyone, which was even worse.
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Well! The usual cinematic portrayal of the autistic figure, as caricatured in various TV shows, far from reality. Comedic situations that try to provoke thought but ultimately do not. Valeria Golino as one-dimensional as ever, a classic American product, and your reviews increasingly resembling industry magazine blurbs. Once you see it, you’ll want to avoid it.
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This album is somewhere at home, I haven't really listened to it much, but now that you mention it, I'll dig it out and see if, after all these years, it manages to make its presence felt. Especially since I also like other albums, even if they've made me sweat, aside from the more straightforward "nadir's Big Chance".
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Fortunately, almost all my former classmates pretend not to know me, and I have only a vague memory of many of them. I don't like gatherings around the table among friends, let alone among exes of any kind. I’ve never read much; it’s been years since I’ve read a book, just as it’s been years since I went to the movies—too demanding. I prefer the passivity of music and television. Anyway, I don’t know anything about Tolstoy; I only have some big, untitled volumes bought on sale at the newsstand, or maybe it was Dostoevsky—I always confuse them.
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I tried to listen to some of his works, actually just one album which apparently is his best. I heard a piece from this work and it seemed very Ligabue to me. Honestly, I find it all quite boring, just like what's called Italian Rock, or rather, looking closely, Rock in general.
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Kevin Lasagna? So he really exists! I couldn't believe it, so I searched online to see him and found out that his girlfriend's name is Lacarne. Lasagna, Lacarne, well!
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So much has been said about this work that, like @[IlConte], I would have preferred a more personal introduction. Nevertheless, it’s a great piece that I’ve never felt was the musical twin of "The Madcap Laughs."
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A band that could be simultaneously deafening and whisper-quiet live, boring and exciting, without losing its identity.