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The problem lay in the filename of the cover image. The dashes (--) that kept an HTML comment section open. Word has nothing to do with this this time. If you have the time, desire, and know-how, give the covers meaningful names (so they can be found even more easily on Google). For example: dj_krush_meiso.jpg
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This thread is awesome: it feels like being at a Venditti concert, talking about this and that to avoid actually listening...

Kosmo, I'm not sure I understand the problem: if someone has the chance to listen to a CD before others, sharing impressions with fellow Debaserians doesn't seem like a bad thing to me, quite the opposite.
Example related to this review: I know Coldplay and I suspect this CD isn't very different from the previous ones and that it is (therefore) rather boring. Nick is a DeRecensore I've been following for a long time, so I have an idea of his tastes. Nick has the opportunity to listen to the album before me and writes a review (which, by the way, confirms my expectations about the album in question). Now: if he had waited to write it, maybe in the meantime I would have gotten the CD, but instead I might ignore it until it happens to cross my path more or less by chance. This is because I trust Nick-Antonio. I completely understand that there are those who do not recognize his authority in the musical field, but, what can I say... it is how it is for me. So I thank him for the review and that's that, right?
The risk is discovering a bit too late that this album is amazing and that Nick made a mistake. Alright, so what? In my opinion, reading an early opinion (and not a "professional" one: I trust those much, much less) remains an advantage, and since you also have the opportunity to share one, I wouldn't hesitate in your place — time and willingness allowing, of course.
As for the rest, it seems to me that the outraged comments on Nick's review leave, as usual, a bit to be desired: it doesn’t seem to me that he had polemical intentions, he simply highlights a limitation (in his opinion) of this kind of music and bands, which is repetitiveness.

It's too easy to speak ill of it today. What kosmo says is true: we must take into account the Tzunami-Tatcher and judge it politically as well. But in any case, it was an interesting blend of music and images, not bad for the time (but not extraordinary, for goodness' sake). Eye-catching stuff, but all in all honest and listenable — a rare thing — even today (though rarely).

Paz was incredibly cool, really a hero of mine. So, I refused to go see the movie: too afraid of ending up witnessing a real disaster. All the premises for that disaster were there: I haven't yet seen a decent Italian adaptation of a comic on the big screen. And then, Andrea Pazienza himself... no, thanks. I was too wary of the classic Italian pretentious crap like Santa Maradona, if you know what I mean. The only aspect that leaves me with a bit of doubt (maybe I'll watch it) is the cast mostly made up of unknowns (especially the absence of Accorsi - but there’s a Celentano...)

Bowie's last great album

I don’t know if it’s a matter of a lack of inclination to value different sensitivities: after all, I’m still not convinced that this kind of difference—between sensitivities—really exists between the two sexes. I rather think that it is, unfortunately, the usual problem of sexual discrimination. The world of “rock,” as we know, is “sex & drugs & rock’n’roll”: a male who sleeps with as many women (or even men) as possible, does drugs, and causes a ruckus is generally appreciated and, all in all, enjoys the approval (or at least the understanding) of a large part of society. When a woman does it, yes, everyone says “good for her, what energy, how cool,” but deep down they think “slut.”
Look at Kurt Cobain’s wife: she can be liked or not, but all the criticism she receives is solely for her sexually liberated behavior (the same behavior that would be highly appreciated in a male) and for having taken advantage of her husband’s death (which in similar circumstances any male would have done without hesitation); almost never as a musician.
Finally, and this is something that’s hard to die out in male-dominated countries like Italy, any woman is judged first and foremost by her physical appearance. Only afterward, perhaps, is her talent appreciated. And, mind you, not just by males. In practice, a woman can be as talented as she wants, but if she’s not at least pretty, she’d better realize that she’s unlikely to be appreciated as much as a male colleague who might be a bit less talented. Only in very rare cases is it otherwise: the classic exceptions that serve to confirm a rule.

A myth

Yeah, great movie.

Hey, how nice, Maurazzo (Ciano) is back! I missed this one. Come on Mauro, don’t stop, make us laugh again, please, you’re one of a kind!