sylvian1982

Oh no! There's a limit to everything. Gigi D'Alessio nooooooooooooooo!!!

Four stars for this album doesn't exist. Are we joking?

For genre lovers (count me in), it’s a beautiful album. For others, it might be a bit boring and eventually repetitive. Orchestral trip-hop. But how are Craig Armstrong's subsequent works?

Even though I found it at a bargain price just a few months after its release, I must say that I didn’t dislike this album at all. Not a "must," but an honest and enjoyable record. Superior to the previous "A New Day At Midnight."

Great album of pure and crystal-clear pop. To make the right comparisons, they resemble the Beach Boys of Pet Sounds. They are now using one of their songs for a commercial, and I've seen the CD around with an advertising sticker on it. Deserving.

His best work as a solo artist. The days of Urban Hymns are far behind, but it seems there's still life in the lanky Richard. Sometimes even too sweetened. Four rounded stars for excess.

It's not a bad album. The problem is that there are countless albums and bands like this one, and distinguishing them from one another becomes a challenge. And inevitably, by the third or fourth album (always with a steady decline in inspiration), the band breaks up.

Some of us are a bit old-fashioned... you're absolutely right. I’m 43 years old and I grew up getting attached first to cassette tapes, then to vinyl, and lately to CDs. Not considering myself that old-fashioned, I must admit that I'm particularly attached to the original product as it was conceived in the past. I buy it, I watch it, I take care of it, I listen to it, and I display it on my shelf. I suppose that those of us who are in our forties think more or less like I do.
There are those who listen to music from their phones, some from the dreadful audio systems of a PC, others from MP3s, downloading music in industrial quantities without much sense and without even having the time to listen to it. Then there are people like me who remain tied to the times when they used to go to stores to see what was new or maybe to browse through a catalog always filled with endless surprises, or to chat with the shopkeeper or the occasional buyer. Unfortunately, we are an endangered species. The way of conceiving and enjoying music is changing, and traditions, alas, are hard to die (or to change). Personally, it pains me greatly.

I mean that it is not really considered an official album like the various Rubber Soul, Revolver, Abbey Road, etc. In fact, it's a hybrid. However, I reiterate that it contains phenomenal songs.

This is a strange record. Strange in the sense that it is never mentioned among the masterpieces of the Fab Four, mainly because it wasn’t born as a true thirty-three RPM album, but, as you rightly point out in your review, as a double EP. Over time, it has been integrated and fully accepted into the official Beatles discography, yet it continues to be relegated to the sidelines. Upon closer inspection (and listening), however, there are four or five of the most beautiful songs they have ever composed. Not just by them, but by anyone. And I have always found this rather strange. Jarring.