Eneathedevil

Oh, you’ve put me in a bind, what a horrible rating should I give? In my opinion, it’s a 2.5 tending towards Avogadro's number. I don’t know who the arancia meccanica are, so the rating is not quantifiable.

What a bunch of pigs!

In my opinion, in terms of likability, Lethe is right!

Be careful, happypippo: you won’t get anything from that one. However, for once there is a certain unanimity. The cruel reflections on the "decline," both in life and in the entertainment world, refer (albeit with more melodramatic tones) to another great must-see film: "Limelight" by Charles Chaplin.

Uhm, the important thing is that you got my clarifications. It's exactly like that: I have a professorial tone, like "I-know-it-all"... and know that you flatter me when you say that... mmm... see you again in September.

But anyway, old buddy, it's just trivialities, I believe. 5 stars seem appropriate to me, and you can't start making a fuss when you are so newly attached. I've been growing my Battiato passion for years, and I know all his albums by heart. The 5 stars may be generous, but I need them to ideally distinguish this album from other experimental works like "Sulle corde di Aries," "Fetus," and "Clic," which I consider good but inferior. However, remember one very important thing: the Italian scene back then. With the VCS3 and synthesizers, only Francone was working at the same level as the great Europeans, while in Italy there were the Pooh and Morandi. His work placed him ideally on par, chronologically speaking, with Klaus Schulze, Faust, John Cale, and others from the past who are now considered legends by modern critics. Even far beyond the capabilities of a Battisti, who, although he had invented prog-rock in Italy in 1970, didn't take as many risks while still being tied to the song format. For this type of experimentation, the value of this album and of Fetus (even from '71, the year of Schulze's "Irrlicht") is immense. No one ever dared so much in Italy in the '70s. And even if you hated the review (which, by the way, is excellent!), you should have come out boldly with a mockery. Instead, you stayed silent about the rating. Shame on you.

Uhè, stinky anonymous, sorry, but I’m only reading your message now. Your analysis is interesting, but I preferred to write it this way because there's still much debate about whether the egg or the chicken came first in Don Giovanni. Based on the testimony of Panella, collected in the volume "Lucio Battisti - Innocenti Evasioni" by Amodio-Gnocchi-Ronconi, according to which he "wrote the lyrics to melodies still canonical in form, often with the verse and with the refrain," I thought it was more Battisti than Panella who needed to refine the work: the Roman poet (never said he was born in Naples, by the way; I said that his person was part of the Neapolitan noblesse) was granted a certain freedom regarding basically embryonic music.

Hey, when do you think you’ll write something that might interest me? Send me a text.

Azza, I’ve been telling myself for months that I would listen to it. And I will. But finally, someone is talking to me about Miuzik, mannaja! It’s the perfect time to splash it on debaser, so come on, nofeikuccio, get to work and hit us with a nice flourish on In Pin Effect.

I feel a certain discomfort in chuckling. Those waxed faces, the eyelashes fluttering nervously, the dazzled eyes. I suspend judgment.