Burns

No, read again: I said with those covers: that is, "Kangaroo," "Holocaust," and "Song to the Siren," not just any tracks, but 3 gems of rare depth, 3 immortal pieces that would sound great in any style, and I believe this has greatly helped the album become what it is today; it’s no coincidence that This Mortal Coil hasn't really done much good beyond this.

Right Puglia, the Nickelback are nothing more than the Alice in Chains marketed, and thus made harmless to play on FM and MTV, these assholes took their ideas to make money, death to Nickelback.

However, on Red Ronnie at Roxy Bar in the 90s, bands like Pere Ubu and Radiohead played, so not everything about Red Ronnie was to be thrown away; he also had courage by the usual standards of Italian TV.

there's no comparison with the first 2

poor little know-it-all, second-tier groups, the gun clubs and Nick Cave??, how many people suffer on the face of the earth, how many people are waiting for just anyone to pull the trigger and splatter their poor little brains across the wall.

I've never been able to stand those after this album, I love this album.

Indeed, the Roxy Music of the 70s (the ones after Eno, I would say, since the first two are supreme albums) had already more than adequately expressed everything that Duran Duran would later do in a faded and polished manner in the 80s. Francis, you have a view of rock history that it would be an understatement to call personal. The rating for the review is 1, obviously. Calm down, and keep your desire to show off in check.

Was romanticism in pop-rock introduced by Duran Duran?? Now that's interesting, so before the 80s that kind of romanticism in pop-rock didn't exist?? And what about David Bowie in some of his ballads?? And Ultravox already with "Fox"?? And Big Star with Alex Chilton?? But even Roxy Music and many glam bands had already brought that hedonistic, baroque romantic approach long before Le Bon and company, my goodness, malice plays horrible tricks.

I am here solely and exclusively to gloat over your rotting corpse; why the hell should I care about being the center of your attention? You see, you’re wrong to think that way, vrensis. You're too egomaniacal to think I want to fall under your spotlight. For instance, I’ll tell you that I don’t even want you to reply to me, but evidently, I’ve made your bile rise if you’ve wasted time responding. So from now on, don’t talk to me. I’ll keep doing my job, and you keep doing your dirty work (which is exhibitionism, unbridled self-importance, and provocation). You can't know anything about me, but I already know many things about you, and the picture that emerges isn’t exactly uplifting. I also know what you think about pedophiles, for example, and about pedophilia in general, but I won't discuss that here, because I don't want to stray into unrelated matters. I only talk about you and the shit concept you have of musical art; the rest doesn’t matter. Oh, one more thing: I’m on your tail, I’m really on your tail, watch out.

I'm coming down on you, Francis, I'm putting you on blast more than you already are, considering that even the chickens are laughing at you now, not just here but also on Ondarock.