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I don't remember it being memorable; I should listen to it again.

"but, alas, music is not made up of just beautiful things, there is also shit." Well, you know a thing or two about shit, right?

As I wrote in the previous post, I won't reiterate my spiel about the concept of beauty/ugliness in music. I just want to point out that I, for example, really need "supreme combinations of notes" to feel emotions (obviously, it’s not the combinations themselves that interest me, but I interpret your expression as a "desire to seek something beyond mere aesthetic taste"). I believe it is safe to admit that emotion is not simply the raw empathy we feel as humans in front of a record or any event, since emotion is always mediated culturally according to our knowledge, our mental patterns, and our experiences. As such, "pure" emotion does not exist, because it always refers back to our more or less conscious criteria dictated by our cultural way of feeling. I conclude by sharing my thoughts on the usefulness of enthusiasm and passion expressed in a review, as long as they have their own functionality. The light goes out.

don't let them walk all over you, don't give up, break down the obstacles in your way, discover the strength you have within you?

ForeverYoung, I must have listened to hundreds and hundreds of metal albums, including progressive metal, of course. Well, I know that clichés are in vogue in these sub-genres of rock metal; I know exactly what one is up against. Generally speaking, there are no epic progressive metal albums of significant relevance. Because the initial approach to music is fundamentally flawed, for reasons that I won’t delve into to avoid lengthy discussions and repeating the same points I’ve already made elsewhere. Regarding the review, apart from the highly debatable content (which I'll respectfully acknowledge for the sake of diplomacy), the style is almost parodic, as sentences like "We are faced with an extremely high-level album that even much more famous bands would have struggled to conceive" can only be accepted if written with ironic and irreverent intent when referring to similar albums. Even setting aside the oxymoronic tone of such phrases, even assuming that the album in question is an extreme masterpiece, the aforementioned statement would still sound excessively grandiose, robotic, and pompous. Moreover, the review gets lost in trivial descriptions and self-celebratory narratives when it should be focusing on the musical work itself in terms of references to past bands, influences, and descriptions of the alleged personal style. Emotions are deeply personal and private, not generalizable, and it makes no sense to discuss the emotions an album evokes. But enough of that; I’ve become a pain in the ass for poor Darkheam, who isn’t bad, he just takes himself too seriously and becomes an easy target for pains in the ass like us.

Here are the fairest ratings ForeverYoung, truly a chilling mix of nonsense I’ve written. Especially the final piece: "of course, it’s impossible not to notice the Bards' constant desire to try to renew themselves album after album, avoiding falling into unappealing and uninteresting clichés." Yeah, sure, they’ve really renewed themselves a lot these guys.

remember the sunscreen!

But how can a teacher exalt such a sterile and rhetorical critical work? Thank goodness Foreveryoung has as a hobby "literary criticism on a site for aspiring writers." There's no denying it, we are truly ItaGliani. And then we wonder about the disaster of Italian schools. Come on, let's continue glorifying the formal nothingness, the pompous grandiloquence of someone who, at the opening of the review, rightly states, "There is an increasingly formulaic heavy metal, increasingly closed in on itself, that limits itself to playing it safe by repeating established models or seeks to achieve success with reasoning, basic calculations, and technical setups that have very little to do with art," only to then fill with praise an album like this, that is, an "Heavy Metal, Progressive Metal, Epic" album, which is a very probable (practically certain) concentrate of anachronistic and anti-artistic rock stereotypes. Without hate, of course.

Hate? Huh? Is there a need for hate to criticize a reviewer?

But is Darkheam the nihilistic and wicked sociologist cousin of Durkheim?