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Well... they agreed. This album is very different from the others (ba ba ti ki di do or whatever it’s called excluded)... but it’s certainly not a piece of junk. I’ll go see them in Milan in a few weeks. They say that live they are really good, and that the voices are exactly the same as on the CD...

Guys... phenomenal disco... and Yes are amazing. But I think Fragile is a notch above... it has some really great grooves.

Maybe not the best album by Sigur Rós... but phenomenal! Even though I prefer bands like the Massive... the cover and booklet are truly beautiful, they are the graphic transcription of what the CD contains: Torpore, nebbia. The best album for falling asleep after a night of electronic beats, with the last croak of the evening.

Razor is perhaps my favorite song on this album... there's that little guitar arpeggio that excites me... and then Josh is my idol! By the way, you know, right, that on September 4th Joshua and the rest of the cozza will be in Bologna at Independent (+ Subsonica, Bad Religion, and others)? About 22 euros if you buy the ticket by mid-July.

Ah, Ah, Ah... good one... Anyway, yes. Unless you are incredibly wealthy multi-millionaires who can throw money around or die-hard Foo fans, I strongly recommend obtaining this album illegally.

I have the impression that easy has never listened to the Elii... because we're not talking about the same group! Not to mention the musical talents, because there’s not even the slightest comparison; do we want to compare an Elio lyric with one from the Skiantos? "Mi piaccion le sbarbine, yeah, yeah, yeah/ Mi piaccion le sbarbine, yeah, yeah, yeah/ Le sbarbine sono tante le sbarbine sono buone... MA VAFFANCULO! Now, Elio: "Among the masks that a man can wear, let's remember the clay. Among the masks that a man can wear, how can we not mention bronze? There's the iron mask, there's Pippo's mask, but the shit mask is only made by shpalmen... -Dixie (I'm not sure this name is right) and the girls from Palla al Piede are coming back tomorrow, but now it’s time for shpalmen's casserole- a thug around the corner wanted to screw me over with the vespa, a thug around another corner wanted to screw me over with the chain. But I called out "Shpalmen!" He replied "What?" And I said to him; "Come here, I need you to defend me." Beware, very nasty, because shpalmen has arrived. Besides the fact that this little story is taken from "Achille et Polixène" by Pascl Collasse, I want to see if among those who keep saying that Elio is nonsensical (so shut up) anyone can paraphrase this text and give me a logical explanation of what it says. Come on, courage!

I almost forgot the grades.

With great Elio-esque arrogance, I allow myself to counter all those who have criticized, are criticizing, and will criticize Elio's group. First point: technically speaking, there are very few groups in the world capable of playing like this; take even the most ridiculous song of EELST and try to redo it. Give it a shot! (P.S. the keyboardist "Tanica" plays the scale, he’s not the last of the losers. Elio graduated from the conservatory. I saw Mayer at a clinic he held in my area, and he was amazing. Cesareo is simply a monster with his highlighter yellow Ibanez. Faso, with his six-string bass, is a god... Not to mention Mangoni, a man who has no utility within the group). Secondly, they are ABSOLUTELY not a silly group. GemBoy is a silly group, Skiantos, Squallor... What does it mean, just because a group makes you laugh, you can't take them seriously? In order to understand each single joke from Elio's group, you need a great culture, and anyhow, in their humor, they tackle somewhat uncomfortable issues. They criticize various Italian politicians quite forcefully, talk about abortion, an uncertain future, abandoned children, an Italy that is falling apart... They should not be underestimated at all. They may or may not be liked; but I don't accept that they are treated as a group of superficial people. They are the best Italian group. Ah, zuckina, I have seen 3 concerts of Elio and never paid a lira, except for the last one because I treated myself to the album of the show I had just attended, in which you can hear my screams and Elio telling me to be quiet because I'm ruining the recording.

The cases are two: either they are fourteen-year-old idiots or they ACT like fourteen-year-old idiots... where does that "mer" "da" come from? From them? Who knows... Anyway, anyone who wants to meet Tzesare (because that's how you pronounce it, in a Bolognese way) has to go to Modena on Saturday night at Snoopy, he'll be there, drunk, with the belly of an alcoholic spilling out of his too-small t-shirt, hitting on the fourteen-year-old girls who give it to him in the club's bathroom in a cloud of Colombian vibes. A handsome man... and dancing is his little dog that follows him around. Did you know that "50 Special" was partly written by a group of my friends (the Bermuda Acoustic Trio) and then, since they couldn't play it because it was too complicated, they asked the Bermudas to simplify it... yeah, yeah... musicians... I won’t even give the album a rating, there isn't a number that low. But there is a word, also used in the review: SHIT.

The adjective -sympathetic- has indeed been put in quotes, precisely because imagining the scene of someone high on acid playing trance music for years amuses me quite a bit, but I can imagine that Mr. Barrett may have realized that the substantial mescaline doses he ingested over many years led him to a nearly vegetative state. A condition I personally wouldn't wish on anyone. In any case, I don't exactly remember how I came into possession of this erroneous information. One must admit that, as in all legends, there is a kernel of truth. It is entirely possible that during those 6 months in '75 or thereabout, Mr. Barrett picked up an acoustic guitar and spent several hours performing unusual melodies, now lost to the wind. Thus, the news, passing from mouth to mouth over the years, may very well have been altered, turning into a barroom tall tale of gargantuan proportions.