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Undoubtedly, "muito," based on Jake's observations, has glimpsed the most contemporary and advanced projections of the cultural "melting pots" of east and west, and the names mentioned are not there by chance. However, very often, even from less "cultured" figures like Ry Cooder or McLaughlin, or Garbarek himself, as well as from Oregon or our old Aktuala, surprisingly simple motives of encounter have been created—elementary, if you will, but not any less evocative for that. I would like to further expand on this theme. @Thank you Jake, but with a page like this, it was the least I could do.@ Sfascia: if all ignorant people were like you, we would definitely live in a better world! I can't even remember how many times I thought that reading you was always a stimulating way to learn more. Thank you.:)

I recently listened to it again and I naturally feel compelled to confirm Jake's impression about it; especially the brief reflections on the multiple roots that over the centuries have woven the web of Indian music (which, after all, isn’t "one" Indian music, but an extraordinary variety of its manifestations with multiple facets depending on the geographical areas of the Asian peninsula). Indeed, reconciling the modality and the tendential monochromatism of Indian music with the multi-harmonic approach of traditional Western culture has never been a simple matter. When the Beatles tried it with "Raga-rock," it was at least a playful and charming attempt; McLaughlin with Shakti (and we're in 1977) instead built a true bridge for the possible fusion of two cultures and, as a McLaughlinian myself, let me say that the experiment had a certain allure, for as long as it lasted. Here, the tones are less passionate and more "thoughtful" and elegant. All in favor of the universality of the musical language whether one is in the east or in the west. Or in between. Well done, Jake.

I join the list of the curious. The premises are all there, the reviewer is known to me for his good taste, the musical references draw me in, and the face on the cover looks promising.... . Then, if La Montagne doesn't come to Antonio, Antonio will go to La Montagne..... .

.....the "glass" has never been easily digestible :D

I would say that between the author’s profile and the corrections and clarifications from the "bouncer," a rather precise image of the group has emerged for those who wanted to know something about it. I would only add that it perhaps deserved more emphasis on the historical and musical significance of the group within the so-called British blues, and its development towards rock because, as "c'è" well knows, that's where many things originated (namely Graham Bond, Alexis Korner, John Mayall) from which a lot emerged (specifically Free, Yardbirds, Cream, Beck, Colosseum, Zeppelin, and later the "Free 2".... The Bad Company). I would also highlight that the alternative tracks and bonuses in the most recent edition (Island Remasters) are truly numerous, with a total running time even exceeding that of the original edition.

Thank you for the invitation, but I think I will have to decline. Rather, despite the smallness of the detail, there remains the doubt about the correctness of the pronunciation of the surname. Both in the show I saw in '88 with Sylvian and in a nice DVD with Joni Mitchell, our hero is presented as Mark Aisciam!! Well, for what it's worth...

It seems that the matter is becoming increasingly obscure, at least for me, poor common mortal who has been deprived for decades of certain flights of fancy from our local intelligentsia. And thank goodness, my health has undoubtedly benefited from it.

Is it really worth trying? The review already raises questions, doubts. Why should we complicate our acoustic lives with bizarre critical phenomena and provocative concepts if the final result risks being discouraging to listen to?

A comment that was sorely missed.

.....Yes, mine, the 358th. One of the epic pages of debaser. Even if I watch TV until 4 in the morning, I can't feel so out of tune and incredulous after reading most of the contributions posted here. The duel between blackdog and c'è is straight out of an anthology of "Schools of Thought of the New Millennium"; Iside repeats the old adage at no. 123, countering it with the predictable conclusions at no. 127. A truly stimulating picture of youth engaged in open and repeated frivolity. As for sciusciola or sciusciolo or whatever the hell it is, let me lay down the famous, “pitiable” veil. Let's save ourselves once and for all from these “black holes,” preferably by ignoring them. And if we really want to be vulgar, let’s instead go and penetrate the real ones. Maybe we'll have more fun and in a more “healthy” way.