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The review is really beautiful, but this album?! It's neither the worst (the last one) nor the best (many others, New Adventures in Hi-Fi, among many), it's stuck in the middle and I’ve forgotten it. For me, it might be the REM album I’ve listened to the least. But the review still remains great.

You went to a scientific high school and then to university, maybe engineering. How must you feel? In this case, my answer is just one: "engineer, no thanks!"

The price to pay for success!

But if Cleo ends up eating all the cookies, in the end she'll feel nauseous and lose her appetite! And if the cookies are all Macine soaked in milk, after the ninth one it goes back up towards her throat, rises a bit, brushes against her earlobe with the tip of her tongue and hisses, "love, sorry, where do you keep the Alka Seltzer?"

Dear Vanamente, I have already had the chance to praise you in other reviews and in a way, also in this one. You write from the heart and I really like that. To me, you are one of the most beautiful surprises among the new arrivals. I love comparison and I am also a resident of pignolandia, but after all, there are many of us here.
My criticism was not, once again, directed at you, but at the intentions behind your review, which, as I read it, especially in your subsequent comments, seemed to want to be "objective." As for Hal, I don’t want to dwell on the difference between objective and subjective reviews; I’ll just say that I used these terms to indicate a type of review that examines aspects less related to feelings and emotions towards an artist or music.
Vanamente, don’t take this as a personal attack; think of it as a debate that helps us get to know each other. Many have walked this path before us, and it has helped us understand each other better. CIAO

My comment will not be on the album, but on the review.
Regarding this review, finally written in decent Italian, I have more than one point to raise: first of all, the good Vanamente seems to want to write a "real" professional review, but as usual, she falls into the most unfortunate flaw/merit that has so far characterized her, that is, she writes with her heart and not with her brain.
In my opinion—and I emphasize, in my opinion—you cannot write a review, passing it off as "objective," when you are the first to "subjectivize" it forcefully, as if you had been struck by the end of a betrayed love, in this case, yours (as a fan) for Sylvian, a love that is not reciprocated in this album. Here you have disguised your disappointed expectations as a fan in a pastiche of encyclopedic and calligraphic notions that honestly have little to do with the album (the entire second part). An "objective" review of an album should not be the reasoned biography of an artist, no matter how detailed and precise.
The comments in the debate, on the other hand, see fans (gloomy) pitted against simple readers, who perhaps do not know the album, left disappointed by so much calligraphism that, however, confuses the ideas.
I have loved your reviews (Zamboni) written with heart, just as I can hardly bear this attempted stylistic exercise, honestly poorly executed in its intentions. If instead, this is a review that speaks to me of how an artist you have "experienced" has betrayed you, then as usual, I haven’t understood a damn thing and in that case, I apologize.

And you ask me???????!!!!!! I won't even reply!

The concert CD is very fantastic! Thank you Umma, you are a friend.

For me, these are tracks that Zamboni had tucked away, and if that's not the case, then he had them stored in his memory. The lyrics largely refer (starting from the first one) to the final resentments between Zamboni and Ferretti, and the tone with which Nada (brilliant) sings is absolutely borrowed from the one used by Ferretti to intertwine his voice with Zamboni's guitar, which here is played beautifully once again. Then each will follow their own style, but this album is much more in line with the last CSI compared to the two from PGR. So I might begin to think that the true soul of CSI-CCCP was Zamboni and not Giovanni Lindo, but then I think about the singing of the latter and I get angry at how much it disappoints me. Damn, I must be nostalgic and addled, but I grew up listening to them and Litfiba, while Litfiba gradually went out of my stereo on their own; these Emilian guys, on the other hand, have always remained inside, and the evolution of my taste has followed the evolution of their sound. Every reset of theirs has also reset something in my personal musical search.

With age, wine becomes better while I soften. In the years of my and their debuts, their records didn't hesitate to spin under the needle of my turntable; today, the laser reader plays other tracks. Even Nicola Caverna, my everlasting favorite, I listen to mainly in his (and my) most intimate moments. Today, I can no longer stand being disturbed by noise; for that, it’s enough to step out onto the street.