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My favorite by Tori Amos. Beautiful.

here's the photo (found in a remote inbox)

Dear metal reviewers: the fields of the form from which you send the reviews have labels. Like: "Title". Or: "Artist". It’s not difficult if you know how to read. The next reviews without a title or without the artist's name will not be published.

Dear metal reviewers: the fields of the form from which you send the reviews have labels. Like: "Title". Or: "Artist". It’s not difficult if you know how to read. The next reviews without a title or without the artist's name will not be published.

I changed the cover for you, but honestly, I liked the other one better, and this one feels more "Americanized" to me. Whatever.

PS: also the email instead of the nickname!

Now, not to be a pain, but:
1. You didn't write the name of the band.
2. You put the address of the tracklist in the "more info" description.
3. If you knew that the tracklist link was wrong, why didn't you remove it instead of making a preamble in the review?
In short: I happened to be passing by and saw that the editor in charge published your review without editing it. And who could blame him? You didn't take the time to check what field you were entering what into - which seems like the bare minimum, right? Should we take the time to understand your intentions?
Come on, a little bit of attention! Just a little!
To encourage you, I'm attaching the cover.

DeBaser is so full of secrets that not even we know them all anymore. For example, did you know that when you submitted your first review, you signed a contract that stipulates the transfer of 80% of your earnings to us in case you become a professional reviewer? Maledetta Primavera, you’ve been warned.

@failed mathematician: Grades can be given even without leaving a comment. Those you see are all "5," but the ones you don't see, evidently, are not. I'm voting now, since I hadn't done it before.

I’ve been keeping this CD in my portable player all summer. Every morning, I hop on my bike and restart it from the beginning: the first track, Pattern Recognition, lasts exactly the time it takes to get to work; it requires a pretty steady pedaling pace, otherwise the second piece kicks in and I’d have to interrupt it halfway through: but it’s impossible to pedal slowly while listening to Pattern Recognition. Really. So I zip along the bike path by the river (which - fortunately - provides a bit of cool breeze), and when I pass under the second bridge, Kim Gordon is "screaming" You're The One for the last time; then comes that sonic avalanche which is the finale of the piece. If the traffic light doesn’t last too long, I can hear the last notes of the piece as I lock my bike. Then I turn it off and step into the elevator.