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Doubts remain... sorry.

When I saw the review, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Goblin came right after Bob Marley in my life, an unconditional love that began around the age of 14. It’s incredible to read them again; I’ll also listen to them while going through my records.

Instead of pastries, I get texts? Damn...

How great you are! Your choices are absolutely the best of deB, even though I didn't enjoy Stern's album that much, and your reviews belong to a select Olympus of only 3 reviewers.

I fully agree with the previous post.

No no you're really getting on my nerves! ....come on, just kidding, you can't be a serious and grumpy person from Veneto, right? The description with the vinyl peel is very nice, I would have liked to give you a 6 but since that's not possible, I'm not giving you any score, considering there are people on Debaser who are against ratings.

But how beautiful is this album, right Vane? ...damn, I was right when I told you after I bought it half an hour ago! I wanted to write this review myself, but I was getting lost in my thoughts on how to do it, so here’s yours, I'm always late :-)

Here everyone is getting married, some are moving in, and some are already settled, but who actually wants me?! I hate the new Cure as much as I hate everything that smells of mildew, cheese, and old age; I stand for musical iconoclasm with very few static exceptions. I despise the faux-liberal industries; if someone is an entrepreneur, it's only right that they aim for profit. But if someone is an artist, it's right that they focus on themselves, and if their creative expression is well received by others, then good for them and for everyone else. I hate love marriages, interest-based ones, and those meant to repair; am I born just to chase a certificate of union for a lifetime? "Being born is not an ideological case, ethical and it precedes the idea of rights and is a divine consequence of love and healthy fucking." I hate the half-seasons, including the cursed spring, and I hate women who play at chasing each other for a season that amounts to half; the fact remains that no one wants me! Sing to me, oh Bard!

I listened to it only once, briefly and poorly, so it didn't convince me.

I love this album, but I've run out of CD funds for this period. I was just looking for someone who could let me listen to it with the help of a mailman; for example, that someone could be you, marcmat :-)