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Dear Antoniodeste, do we really have to know the record to be allowed to intervene? I read reviews also to receive suggestions, hints... Marialelena shouldn't be mistreated, but she shouldn't be defended blindly either, against this horde of small-minded people, pathological cases (according to her) who harm her so much. I don't know the record, so must I remain silent? Or lock myself in a dark room to savor sounds and...pain? Please! What a way to ruin an almost dignified review with a completely stupid sentence. And I know a thing or two about stupid comments, if you don't mind me saying.

40 reviews on the Red Hot Chili Peppers. You really annoy me. As if they were the Jalisse.

40 reviews on the Red Hot Chili Peppers. You really annoy me. As if they were the Jalisse.

Me too, but with more room for imagination. If you want, I can propose.

Is this album a masterpiece? Uaaaaahahahahaha? Have you ever seen them live? Uaaaaahahahahaha. I can't stand them. As much as I don't mind Road Tripping. I'm not going to talk about the reviews. The umpteenth fake of itself.

Nice review. Paradoxically, I like the part where you tell us about the genesis and the (devastating) effects of your passion for Metheny more than the one where you describe the album. I don’t know all of his output, which has staggering dimensions. My favorite remains "One quiet night." If I could play the guitar like that...

Less and less lofty, Marialena... I assure you that this way you make the content clearer and the reading smoother. There remains a syntax and a use of punctuation that I still do not understand. The only explanation is that you are not a native Italian speaker. In fact, that the first language you learned is not a terrestrial language. Perhaps that’s why we struggle to understand you. Where do you come from? From Pluto? From the Andromeda galaxy? From Mos Eisley? From the Forest Moon of Endor (so you are an Ewok!)? I know a thing or two about "space," reveal the mystery to us. Even though I don’t know this record, I still can’t find myself encouraged to listen by your words, except for a challenge. I quote: "sounds and images that penetrate the mind and the heart until you can’t take it anymore, due to that constant pain called feeling." I will never be able to conceive of feelings as a constant pain. Your melodramatic tendencies are sometimes irritating and cloying, even in the responses you give to your detractors. I would like to know if you are capable of being a person endowed with irony. And self-irony, above all. It would do you a lot of good, without necessarily diminishing that sensitivity you claim to have and that you flaunt in all your reviews. Say hello to Chewbacca for me.

Too long, Pep! You can be funny at many points, but the review has some glaring tonal shifts, which I see as an "anxiety" for a joke at all costs. I don't know the album, and I don't want to know it.

I don't know the album. As for the genre, I can't stand it. I only rate the review, written in childish language (k and lol aside), and the teenage bickering in the posts preceding mine. I give a 5 for the fart that's brewing inside me and that I'll let out as I leave this page.

... I can see her doing well as a maid.