Mr_Iko

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You know it's really tough to find a copy? You have to check with video rental stores that are phasing out VHS tapes in favor of Digital Versatile Discs to see if they still have a copy. But it's hard, I assure you.

I can only agree that ultimately, it's an unnecessary dispute to try to establish whether it's the greatest rock album or not. Judgment is (unfortunately) relative (mine is absolute :-) ), and trying to convince you, even if I were to lead you to reconsider, wouldn't bring any benefits to anyone (well, maybe it would for you!!! also because I already think that...). Has humanity expressed anything beyond Rock? Yes, Jazz, the mother of all music.... Jazz and Rock are enough to fill 5 entire lives of listening upon listening before one feels like they master the subject. And I won't even mention that I also listen to a lot of classical music (Chopin is the top of the top...).

Cleo, come on, it’s the same for all of us... wasted time? NOOOOOO!!!! Musical knowledge is increasing and that’s enough to justify it all! And then the staff is on fire, even if sometimes a bit lazy... :-)

don't poke the Mr_Iko who is sleeping.... :-)

Moreover, there is a substantial difference between the lamb that came down to Broadway and Tommy: the former was BORN as a narrative story and is supported by a structure of "neo-classical" composition typical of the harmonic digressions of progressive music, while Tommy BECAME a concept album through a meticulous process of chiseling and interpolation carried out by Townshend. The Who hardly had any idea of what a concept album was. And in this "becoming," you can discern the artistic greatness of a musician who is less technically skilled (Steve is technically 100 times superior to Pete) but endowed with intelligence, clarity, and heart, worthy of admiration as the creator of the greatest record in rock music. And who before The Who had given birth to such a work? Everyone else just followed suit. Like that biologist who improves the effectiveness of penicillin after it has already been discovered by Fleming (I believe)...

As for evergreen, you have a second misconception: the chronological cataloging of albums allows for a classification that enhances the recognition of the best pieces of music. Having a big mix with everything in it certainly doesn't help newcomers who want to embark on an interesting but challenging musical journey. For me, it's easy to distinguish progressive rock from psychedelic rock, but what about fifteen-year-olds? I am against classifications for commercial purposes but in favor of "classical" ones that improve the intelligibility of the history of music. The example you used is also incorrect: if Pelé and Maradona were placed in Serie A today, what would they do? They would be laughed at...

Luciano, I appreciated your digression, and I regret having to chastise you for some impurities that must be addressed immediately before they turn into excruciating pustules: Tommy is indeed a concept album, but be very careful not to confuse the original version, played entirely by The Who (which I prefer, like all lovers of The Who do), released on May 23, 1969, with the 1975 version, the O.S.T. of the movie, in which, besides obvious cinematic adaptations, you find the vocal and instrumental participation of Oliver Reed, Elton John, Ann-Margret, Jack Nicholson, Eric Clapton, and Tina Turner, along with many others that I can’t recall from memory and whom I apologize for my lack. Tommy "the album" is, in an ATOMIC sense, structurally the greatest composition that rock music has ever seen in its environment. It was pointed out to me that "The Wall" was better, but honestly, there's no comparison: The Wall in the film is packed with references to Tommy, from which it clearly draws inspiration, to the point that sometimes it seems to clone it...

I'M SCARED TO REVIEW TOMMY!!!! Cleo, what do you think? Is it the greatest album in the history of mankind?

After this necessary premise and having emphasized how there are certain non-random but daily occurrences that seem to read reviews solely for the purpose of tearing the reviewer apart, I move on to properly musical critiques. I loved this album for its modern decay, the old-style sound wrapped in ultra-modern loops. And that voice... my Lord, that voice, now soft, now aching... Those were the days of the "massive attack revolution," Tricky was already "breaking through" at the Vox in Nonantola. One of those records to be listened to with closed eyes or at least in the dark. Unforgettable and saturating.