Lostinspace

Fabia, are you by any chance De Lorenzo's sister? Antani?

Maybe it was better to just screw. Maybe.

Damn, I wanted to do it too. I saw them less than 24 hours ago in London at the O2 Arena. For now, I'm speechless. Your review is well-written and interesting, and I won't "replicate" it. I'll do the review of their live show. I find this album a masterpiece; maybe seeing them live changed my perspective on some tracks that you have been (rightly) a bit harsh on... it's a dense, multifaceted work, infused with that depth that only mature bands can embed in an LP like this... beautiful? Sorry, but you can't control the heart, and I left mine by the Thames.

No prejudice. It's in the indie cauldron that I've been killing myself with these months. And I like it. God, how I like it. Capital review. Really good. Chapeau.

The review starts off well, but the track by track (even just to highlight parallels between songs) is like nails on a chalkboard, and personally, it made my scrotum shrivel up. The album is quite nice, and it’s true that it winks at 90s REM sounds, it's true that it's filled with self-referentiality, it's true that in 30 years of career the evolution and experimentation seem to have come to a halt... Who cares: I have always liked REM, since that summer when I wore out the tape of Out of Time while dreaming of secretly making out in a bathroom stall at the Nettuno in Diano Marina with that blonde girl who... I’ll tell you about it another time, now I’m off to review a pincfloid, because I’m feeling nostalgic.

We know that our body
Secretes various substances
But their use is still unknown to us
Due to our scant knowledge of the cosmos
Due to our scant knowledge of the body
Because we misunderstand
The various functions it is meant for and why
Let's say that poop is disgusting
But that's not an objective fact
We are conditioned in this judgment
By the man who lives in the round world
That spins, that spins
That spins, that spins and will never stop
There are many secret things
Secret from our organism
There are
Capers, mucus, the white of the tongue, phlegm, sweat, dirt between
the toes
Tartar, pus, the poop of the eyelashes, cheese, earwax, the menstrual flow,
pee and poop.
And so we sing in chorus
We sing in chorus
We sing in chorus
I want a silo yes I want a silo to store the fruits of my body
I want a silo yes I want a silo yes I want it for humanity
I want a silo yes I want a silo to store the fruits of my body
I want a silo yes I want a silo yes I want it for humanity
The data we have
Tells us that in the future
The scarcest food sources will be
For the man who lives in the round world
That spins, that spins
That spins, that spins and will never stop
And then he will resort
To what he will secrete
And will fill a silo of love
Storing
Capers, mucus, the white of the tongue, phlegm, sweat, dirt between
the toes
Tartar, pus, the poop of the eyelashes, cheese, earwax, the menstrual flow,
pee and poop
And so we sing in chorus
We sing in chorus
We sing in chorus
I want a silo yes I want a silo to store the fruits of my body
I want a silo yes I want a silo yes I want it for humanity
I want a silo yes I want a silo to store the fruits of my body
I want a silo yes I want a silo yes I want it for humanity
The substances secreted by the body are no longer secret these days.

You might be wondering why I decided, 23 years later, to review an album like "...And Justice For All". Perhaps. But maybe not.

I actually like it. I had listened to something with superficiality, but now thanks to you, I think I will delve deeper. I have read much longer reviews that are frankly unreadable for a thousand reasons: pedantry, illiteracy, pointless rambling, drugs, related parapsychologies of the unconscious, etc. This text is interesting and honest in its content and reflections. Well done.

Fatamorgana, after fulfilling your union duties, try to be with me. With me, you won’t have any minimum.

Guys, it’s no secret anymore: the track by track has the same effect on me as a rectal examination done with the blades of a wind turbine. I still have to listen to the album. I don’t mind the single, the video is brilliant.