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@Mariaelena: "I understand everything, you're a pathological case like many others and you're really young, and here too I get it"; "you’re heavy and monotonous come on kids, when it's too much, it's too much"; "it's only and exclusively the empty people inside, the people who love to inflict just for fun and nothing more." YOU ARE OF A WEIGHT AND PRETENSION WITHOUT END THAT LEAVES ME STUNNED. Now you're also playing the vulgar one who’s fed up... Well, I’d like to be fed up too... and you know how? By using my 37 centimeters as a baseball bat to send you into the ionosphere. I would be willing to sacrifice such a device just to do it...

Mariaelena has a personal style even in how she responds. And in not responding. No misogyny, let’s stop with this story... She is unable to accept criticism. And when she does, she attacks people on a personal level. Like she did in the review of Misery Is A Butterfly. Kudos to the know-it-all who doesn’t even bother to say a word to me. Great album by Lloyd Cole, I’m listening to it right now and it’s on the playlist I have in the office. I’m glad you like this type of folk, my favorite genre, even if I believe there are far better performers than good old Cole. Unfortunately, once again, your review makes me quite nauseous, no matter how much enthusiasm it expresses. You just can't seem to set aside your verbose, baroque, redundant style, which is sometimes ridiculous and often just NON-SENSE. You can't at least make it fruitful and enjoyable. Sometimes it makes me feel ill. An example? Again? "the inimitable voice that accompanies an acoustic guitar and a piano in full pathos immersed in a bucket overflowing with joy and love"... but where? A bucket of what? Please. Here, once again I’ve said my piece. Respectfully. And I’m talking about YOUR review. Now come on, ask me how old I am, explain to me how much you’ve suffered and how many things life has taught you, poor little misunderstood one, to me, ugly, bad, smelly, and ignorant ogre who bothers you and above all doesn’t understand your feelings and your Verb... My God, what a pity. Actually, what depression, just to stay on topic.

@Alfo: envy for what, excuse me?

I continue to wait for a response to my comment on Antony and the Johnsons, where I don't insult anyone. And I'm fed up with your little lessons and your arrogance. You say you have to respond every now and then... so respond to me!! I've set aside vulgarity to seek a dialogue, and all I get in return are punches in the face and annoying remarks directed at me and people I respect like Regularjoan. You talk about cliques, but you have your own that flatters you in an nauseating way. What the hell does that have to do with anything? What are we talking about? Music is emotion, as you say. But it’s also opinion. And, nanodimerdaportatoredidemocrazie aside, if God wills it, we live in a free country. Try to argue your points, stop hiding behind your pride and arrogance. Stop reminding us how hard life is and how small we are in expressing our opinions that are so far removed from yours… Put aside your pride and remember that humility can be learned at any age, even at 60. Do you understand? The path you invite us to walk hand in hand, we, the poor little insulting men who waste your time… take it yourself too. It can only do you good. We don't stress. And we don't want to cause a ruckus. We talk about music. And we express opinions. Not judgments. And we don't teach life to anyone. Pack your backpack and come with us, my haughty Marialelena… Or stay and drown in your bitterness. We can do without you. Without your reviews. Without your sterile and poorly dressed resentment.

Thank you for the moral lessons, Marielena. You could start a little column in some widely distributed magazine to spread your word far and wide. I can also see you doing a great job cleaning the tanks at Agricola Boschi run by Franco Timoteo Metelli. It's up to you. And please reply to me every now and then. I understand not wanting to give in to provocations, but my post about the review of Antony and the Johnson feels lonely and abandoned... and it doesn't insult anyone. I know it touches your pride... but for once you could stop spewing bile and give us some interesting arguments. And get together with Metallaro Bionico, who desires you above all else in the world; don’t always play hard to get. Yours 37 (the years go by, the centimeters remain)

Beautiful review for an album I love and have listened to for a long time. Orzabal's voice is something unheard of (of course, this is my personal opinion). I'm amazed every time by how his timbre changes depending on the note he’s singing (in Sketches of Pain, for example). The last great work by Orzabal under the name of Tears For Fears, before the anonymous Everybody Loves a Happy Ending. Instead, it's worth mentioning TOMCATS SCREAMING OUTSIDE, a solo album released in 2001.

The votes!

The votes!

I won't repeat here what I've said about your writing style in the review of Antony And The Johnsons... but I see that someone here thinks like I do. Thank goodness. Unfortunately, someone else said: "Congratulations on the review, very cultured and lexically rich." Bah.. I continue to see nothing but an unnecessarily baroque language, used poorly and with very little substance. And I wish you well too, Marielena, sincerely. I know you only respond to those who flatter you a little: you still can't accept criticism, because you take it too personally. At your age, that's not a good thing. Bye.

Mariaelena, I know this album well. I saw Antony live at the Arezzo Wave in 2005. I read your review with extreme attention, just as I always do when I delve into your writings, which are nothing short of delirious. It should be clear to you that I don't like your baroque and redundant style. You pride yourself on writing reviews that follow the flow of your emotions and moods while listening to the music you love. For me, you use nothing but a random jumble of images as daring as they are hollow, incomprehensible hyperboles, and expressions that are as embarrassing as they are pathetic... How can a voice be a CORPOREAL EXPLORATION? Or a song an ANGELIC WING OPENING? Or even FLYING AWAY FOREVER WITHOUT PAIN? All of this is cloying and, in my personal opinion, truly nauseating. Your words ooze self-indulgence, which is evident even from the tones you use when you are criticized, and no matter how much I try to look beyond, it quickly bores me. I add for the umpteenth time that, while a small spelling mistake can happen (and it certainly can!), in the face of such pompous language you make a series of spelling and punctuation errors here that ultimately annoy as much as your ramblings. I know you write spontaneously, from the heart, etc. But what we love, we take care of, Mariaelena. A re-read would have sufficed... “a poco, a poco” - “an emotional suffering that, I HAVE you love” – “despair of (WHO?) asking for help” – “an eye flooded by a river in pain.” I could continue, but I'll stop here. You know the meaning of preclaro and not basic spelling. It’s somewhat bizarre. I conclude by saying that we definitely need certain artists… but not reviews like this one at all.