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Chinaski, you haven't understood a damn thing of what I've said; listen to some records that matter, then come back to talk.

Chinaski82 if you don't have anything intelligent to say, silence okay?

Zanna, the arrangements here are meticulous and precise, that’s true. And it’s exactly for this reason that the album sucks and makes me think of the Sanremo filth. It’s a fake album; you just need to know a bit about the American underground and the difference stands out clearly. We Italians are unsophisticated when it comes to aesthetics; we make an effort to always have clean and tidy shoes, while we might not have washed our armpits in a month. And the Afta remind us of this very well in this album. I don’t dislike them, I don’t even dislike Agnelli, it’s just that this album is objectively poor from my perspective.

47 "attitude is foreign to music" Mh? Attitude is present in everything we do, say, think, write, eat, and play. "In my opinion, you're saying a load of nonsense." I reiterate, I've listened to the whole album, it's poor. It's pathetic; Agnelli's attitude toward singing is that of a B-list rocker (not too far from Sanremo, then), cloying, typical of mainstream Italian rock. Before I listened to this crap, I was listening to Goat by JL, if that makes sense. It’s not about "the expression of an alleged musical knowledge"; let’s throw this empty dialectic out the window, the point is 1: there are hundreds of better albums in the world than this, and those are good. This album is miles away in approach from those, so it’s bad. Because it's banal, trite. There are 14 tracks that try to play a bit of everything, but they sound like nothing. The soft-toy shoegazer of Riprendere Berlino (which recalls Soon by MBV, as a sharp guy noted on a forum) makes no sense to exist, because MBV already existed, and they were in another galaxy. All the President's Men are Led Zeppelin sung by Cugini di Campagna. The arrangements of many tracks on this album, in terms of uselessness, don't seem different to me from those of Vasco, as they are incapable of having a meaning that goes beyond the simple reference to this or that genre or group. Derivative album? To say the least.

Zanna, the 4 tracks mentioned above are terrible. I'm listening to the whole thing now. I'm on the fifth track, and they all suck (including this Tarantella all'inazione which seems not too far from the glories of Sanremo, with just a bit more refined arrangements and that tribal rhythm). The most, umm, listenable one maybe "is just fever." Or maybe it’s just the most pretentious. Who knows?

I've been stuck on it just these days, a splendid record HERE WE ARE STUCK BY THIS RIIIIVER (it's stuck though, not stop).

I love you, but no more thirty.

"I could tell you that to review an album like this one you should have at least a bit of musical knowledge." No, it's the opposite; those with a minimum of musical culture should stay far away from this pathetic comedy.

Damn it, just stop, you're ridiculous. From those damn 4 songs, can't you deduce a minimum of the Afterhours' approach or not? As if I didn’t know them... But please don’t try to twist things and admit the mediocrity of this mainstream and fake record in every aspect, instead of getting all defensive because someone touches your pretentious band. "Of course he doesn’t understand a damn thing about rock'n'roll and it'd be better if he took up horse racing," damn it, you gave a 4 to this abortion of washed-up queens, and you even think you can judge those who still care a bit for their own ears?

I listened to Orchi e streghe sono soli, Tutto domani, Dove si va da qui, and the title track: what can I say, I felt embarrassed for the Afta, really awkward. The first three tracks could be part of a Vasco album (for the arrangements and the pathetic whining of the Agnello), the fourth has a Negrita aftertaste (considering how shockingly seriously it takes itself, embracing the role of the seasoned man). This isn’t about alleged plagiarism; the problem is that they really suck. This is rock that should be boycotted, not listened to, as far as I'm concerned.