Sanjuro

Dear Gilmour, if I didn't respond, perhaps it was because I was off getting high last night? But that was obvious. Of course, going through my thoughts on Nirvana in two different reviews and then laying them out like big contradictions and inconsistencies: it's pathetic. All my review of Nevermind is mocking, a good-natured tease. The same goes for the comments on Nevermind. Just because I say "Great Great" doesn't mean I actually think that; it was just an absurd joke that no one got at the time. "Nirvana is one of the greatest bands in history, they leave all their contemporaries in the dust for intensity and compositional intelligence. YES, COMPOSITIONAL INTELLIGENCE." You have no idea how much I was cracking up writing this nonsense while listening to In Den Garten Pharaos by Popol Vuh, which is an incredibly intricate cosmic trip. What I really think about Nirvana, I've said in Bleach, a decent but limited band. I give this particular album a 3 out of 5. One of the few in the post-Barrett discography that doesn't end up down the toilet. The real crap will be The Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall.

I like LE Bon, and anyway RIO is really a good album, a sort of melting pot of new wave, dark wave, and pop (I'm not kidding, it's quite cute). Her Name Is Rio and She's walking on the sand na na na:P. Then they just got so sloppy it's laughable. Ciddi used as a coaster is now a well-established formula, the art of invective needs to be wielded better, my dear. Throw in some assholes - pieces of shit. Red-balled testicles, anal monkeys, scroti on their period, decomposing vaginas. Yeeeeeeees, long live the vulgarnessssssss reviewerrrrrrrrrrrrrr yes.

@Lord: I didn't say that every piece over 20 minutes should be praised just because it lasts 20 minutes. For example, Dream Theater have produced flat and mediocre music (great review by the talented easycure on that matter) even while dishing out ultra-mega-giga-virtuoso epics. When I talk about valid Suites, I refer to some gems from Freak like Red Crayola or Third Ear Band, to the Krauts, and more recently to Dead C or Earth. All substantial in length but crafted with great imagination and visceral energy. This cannot be said for bureaucratic compilers like the Theater.

Oh Gilmour, it's not about who finishes first. You see, the fact that he played without strings or that he always played with a different tempo is something that could only be seen as negative by you and the other Floyd henchmen. A goddamn crazy visionary exalted druid was pushed away because he didn’t make the catchy tunes anymore. How sad.

DREAM THEATER SUCKS ASS :)

@Lord: Sometimes the suites and pseudo-psychedelic nonsense were favored by the majors because the trend just happened to be that way. There you have the mystery explained.

Ehhh the Residents have uniquely, virulently, post-intelligently mustached the Mona Lisa. They kicked modern music in the ass while remaining timeless classics. Gilmour, tastes are tastes, there’s not much to discuss. Saying for 30 posts in a row SANJURO "the later Floyd lost their originality and all that" and you saying "you can’t say they lack originality" is a bit like a conversation between two clueless kids. There are vague basic concepts like "Originality" - "Beautiful" - "Ugly" - "Important", in short, terms that everyone thinks they can give a univocal meaning to, but which are filtered through total subjectivity. So let’s conclude that for you the Floyd wrote memorable pages in rock music, composed unique and enlightening melodies... for me, no. Without beating around the bush.

So... the Floyds of Barrett, I mean Barrett for me is a fucking visionary bastard, honor to him, rip tvtrbene. But compared to the Residents, the others have less of everything. The Residents introduced the recording studio as the main instrument for tragedy, for the irreverent spirit. The Floyds, apart from a few vaguely experimental things, have always chewed up the lesson from god Barrett, obviously losing in effectiveness and genius. The Residents created a mustache on the Mona Lisa in a mature way, proposing a sonic model that had never been heard before. Pink Floyd Sound was saturating music stores by the truckload. What else is there to say...

In short, for you, a group with millions of records sold and fame like that of the Floyd could be free to make their own music? Buhahahahhaha. They got themselves into trouble, in their golden shit, praised by the mafia of "Giornali Alleati Casa Discografica." Listen, I worked years ago for an online video game review site; I was regularly paid for each job done. Well, it certainly wasn't Sony or other big companies, but there too they always told you, "NEVER OVERLY DISMISS A GAME OR WE'LL HAVE A PROBLEM." So you were pushed to inflate some mediocre titles, purely for market reasons. And I’m talking about small entities; imagine the pressure on a paid critic when they have a disc from SONY MUSIC in their hands. Their review could mean thousands of sales more or less: a damn money game. WELL, they’ve bombarded your brains with the supposed greatness and untouchability of many bands, but was it really you who accepted it, or did you just endure it?

When you sign with a major record label, just like with people like the Floyd, the Beatles, et simili, you are automatically ultra-fucking-castrated of your artistic independence. You can't do 20-minute suites if that attitude doesn't align with your fucking Capitol, your fucking Geffen, your fucking Sony. So landing at a major means money + advertising + fame + ARTISTIC CANCELLATION (almost always). Those at the badass record label treat their musicians like sponges to be squeezed as violently as possible. So if some Gilmour of the damn earth wakes up in the morning and wants to create a 40-minute ultra-fucked-up, heroin-addicted, son of a bitch suite, he will be told by his masters, "Yes, yes, good, beautiful, amazing, but play it at home before you hit the toilet. We want something that's crazy, but for the masses, you know, sweeten it up (if you know what that means, you stupid bastard), simplify it, little carob."