Eneathedevil

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DeAge™ : 7756 days • Here since 18 march 2005
Juri Camisasca Arcano Enigma
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From the site, it seems very interesting, so I eagerly await your review, ready for any harsh criticisms :)
Lucio Dalla Com'è profondo il mare
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Bravo Lucio Mazzi and Lucio Dalla. First of all, congratulations for the tip on "Non sono Matto," which was composed by Dalla along with Gino Paoli: of course, LD learned to write lyrics starting from this LP, but the fact that he had always been the sole author of the music, at least since his collaborations with Roversi, means he can still be defined as a "cantautore," something you don't want to acknowledge before CEPIM. Regarding this work, the good Lucio managed to create it after the usual forced retreat to the Tremiti Islands, where, among other things, he has one of his residences: therefore, a marine and fluid album, clear of that despair you mention. A constant of the long-playing is the profound loneliness of all the characters in the songs: the figure of the father, "hunter of quails and pheasants" (a metaphor referring to the profession of aviator) of LD in the title track, the bewildered Cucciolo Alfredo, a witness to the violence of the world, the strange trio of "Corso Buenos Aires," the man of "Barcarola," father and son of "Treno a Vela," the carefree and solitary Dalla who, after wandering the streets of Bologna, shoots himself a disheartening scene on the sofa at home in "Disperato Erotico Stomp"... a masterpiece of the genre.
Rod Stewart Da Ya Think I'm Sexy
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How great you are... you have the gift of ubiquity :) sllllllllllllurp, I lick but you deserve it :D
Moby Animal Rights
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Well, it may have been repeated and spat out, Ringo, but Hotel (which you implicitly refer to by saying that after 18 Moby wanted to return to old standards certain of the success achieved) has nothing to do with this record...
Moby Animal Rights
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This is undoubtedly the heaviest album from the good Moby, an experiment that, as the anonymous critic pointed out, is not a leap into the void but a precise fusion between a return to origins and new techno-dance impressions: the result wobbles a bit, it seems that this genre isn't made for Moby and perhaps he himself realizes that good music can be made without necessarily shouting, especially when you think of a voice so shrill that it clashes, indeed, with a still good musical attitude. "That's When I reach..." is not bad. The note on "pain," which you refer to in the review, is good: Moby is one of the few contemporaries, whether you love him or not, who can express pain, indeed. Maybe this style doesn't quite suit him, that's all.
Juri Camisasca Arcano Enigma
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Belo, belo, I don't have any news about the Sig V... what is it about? I can't even find them on the mule.
Rod Stewart Da Ya Think I'm Sexy
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A little thing I just noticed: I thank the editor for having corrected "strap-tease" to "strEap-tease," but that "strap" was intentional; it was a distortion meant to indicate that during the strEap, pieces of clothing fly around... if you happen to notice, I would appreciate the correction :)
Kraftwerk Minimum Maximum
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Perfectly agree with Bogus (don't get too used to it, eh? :D): it’s truly incredible how all the pieces revisited after years, especially live, maintain the same freshness as they once did; a well-curated edition, one of the few live compilations worth purchasing.
Prophilax Il Quinto Escremento
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Sorrow and Disgust
Yann Tiersen Les Retrouvailles
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very good as always :) Nice samples