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Ege, you are too immersed to see with the necessary detachment and greater clarity. Or not?

Pretazzo, give a 5 to this "splendid review," right? No, they're not quite like Throbbing Gristle, but they’re among the least distant in those years. You should definitely give them a listen, if I may suggest. Maybe to the ones that came after, because Ege might be right. Even though Crackdown is too late and much less "stinging." Maybe also take a listen to "The Voice Of America" and "Red Mecca".... - Do you have a blog, Regular? I share Maledetta's opinion, but I would check it out too. Should I look in your profile? Bye.

5, exactly.

Yes, the review is pleasant. But I don’t find the album. The album is really somewhere else. And it’s a shame, being a fantastic album. I don’t perceive any Proustian dimension in this work. An internationally resonant piece (during those years, Battiato was awarded a prize named after Stockhausen, I believe it should be noted in this context) that tackles the difficult challenge of merging research with the song form (with phenomenal, albeit partially unresolved, results) at a time when, here, the more adventurous were grappling with the first attempts to combine a progressive pop verb generated elsewhere into Italian. - For those who listened to it back then, or shortly after, like me, it was a true discovery, another world. - "Reduce the stars to dust and you will not grow old, Venus appears to me in a dream, you, father, what do you know?" (In the company of inexperienced friends, we dared on a couple of occasions to do a live cover of that song, which I literally adore. Thank God the small audience won't remember it) The stars are still up there, shining even if perhaps already dead. "Sulle corde di Aries" has aged. But how much vital substance still circulates in this album, how much will to expand the spectrum of possibilities of the narrow way of conceiving popular music? And how much more alive is it, compared to other celebrated albums that emerged even later, fluff for collectors, dreamy bait for nostalgics of the beautiful melodic order? An absolute 5. I still care for that annoying and stubborn Francuzzo.

The CD is S.V. It's not in my collection, I don't remember and I can't distinguish it from other material of his from that time. Of the three statements present on the page, yours is the only one I can, therefore, vote for. I fear that your parents will have to come to terms with the idea that those who are born round cannot die square. With all due respect to the professors. And thank goodness for that.

Well, in "Who stole..." they must have sedated her a bit too, so, if not tamed. But 2) and 3) indeed.. Sorry, why do you attach samples so rarely? It's true that the curious one goes, searches, informs themselves. But if you have the CD, it really takes just a few minutes, and it seems like a useful option and a commendable gesture towards the reader... - Samples Campaign 2006 -

Renzo, if you cross it, you're already in a good place. Here, it's not discussed, murky and swirling, the waters, before the step or the leap (which may not even happen again) some calculations need to be made. Just and sacred, from A to B. But in the journey, as I said, it's a pious illusion to think that discarding this and allowing that preserves or proves to be conclusive: the hypothetical solution you seemed to offer struck me as lacking, due to the at least binary nature of the information and its transmission, and the sneaky and deceptive nature of actions when in reality they are (most of the time unconsciously) reactions. I believe, however, in the end, that we understand each other much better than it may appear to someone observing the dialogue. - Ugly, the exchange of words is not generated by the object of the review, but by the discourse that runs through it: if you know the pages of Pin, you'll know that none are free from connections that are often, at first glance, incongruous with the sound support to which they are referred. And therefore it is not necessary to wait for Cage: the day Mr. Pin wants to reveal to us the reason why the timbre and vocal range of Rita Pavone could be considered a sort of gift from the Gods disgracefully lost in the tomato sauce, you would also find in that case a page rich in sufficient connective mechanisms to weave exchanges that are even more delightful. Bai bai

Well, Hal, I'm moody, not to mention a party pooper, you know that. And I had already hinted at the release of Cassandra's album in a post somewhere. I reiterate: quick listen, but I get the impression that by broadening the spectrum, she may have overdone it with the production. Before fleeing the store, I also eavesdropped on Brahem. And I'll probably come back for him after breaking the piggy bank...

Well, quite disappointing, Pacino, the latest from Cassandra. I eavesdropped on it today, and it has remained on the shelf of the little shop under the office. Certainly not bad, but if you know what he's capable of. I'll give him a second chance, for sure. But...

Hugoniot, perhaps you didn't understand: there was already another review. From November 2005. Since the name of the group is wrong in yours, the other one doesn't show up in the box. I believe that, considering the comments as well, a third would be pointless: everyone who has heard it says roughly the same things: it seems like a good record...