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Hey, but, but, but I don’t know this record, hey, but... Does it exist? Hey... Marco Poletti Dixit.

This is the vote. And come on... Marco Poletti Dixit.

There are many beautiful songs, but it is certainly an inferior album compared to the previous one, "The dark side of the moon" (1973). Once again, the tracks are beautiful ("Shine on you crazy," "Have a cigar"), but everything comes across as a bit cold and far too calculated and calibrated to please and to be pleased by. But the music is always stunning: this time, it reaches the sublime. Marco Poletti Dixit.

Double album that is historic and very, very beautiful. Better yet, the first one: a passionate and captivating live performance, packed with strobe lights (of course, when seen live) and special sounds and music that completely reinvent the entire psychedelic rock of the era. The Pink Floyd astonish with their ease of invention and creativity. The second album is a sort of acoustic experiment: all the members of Pink Floyd improvise, some better and some worse, on a few famous tracks, but the result appears a bit cold, yet is quite remarkable in terms of epicness and historical significance. Marco Poletti Dixit.

Oh my God, the DVD of "The Wall"? And I never bought it... I'll fix that right away. Marco Poletti Dixit.

Oh yes, "The Wall" is truly a masterpiece. The product of the unstable, brilliant mind of Roger Waters, it stands as the last great masterpiece of Pink Floyd. Perfect songs, sublime arrangements, exceptional music: creativity and inspiration at their historical peak. One could savor the experience after listening to masterpieces like "Comfortably Numb" and "Run Like Hell," but it is "Another Brick in the Wall," divided into three beautiful parts, that serves as the soundtrack to this genius and highly creative delight. A (re)listening experience to be cherished, always and with heart. Marco Poletti Dixit.

Undeniably a masterpiece. A stunning debut, music that seems to come from another planet: Pink Floyd blends pop with streams of psychedelic and sci-fi musicality, astonishing the English public and striking them first in the heart and then in the stomach. They are brilliant and full of vitality, capable of inventing music and words that seem to complement each other in almost a visceral way: there's Waters, there's Barrett, Gilmour is not there, but it doesn't matter, the greatness of songs like "Matilda Mother" and "Astronomy Dominé" is undeniable and now epoch-making. A perfect fusion between Western music and the mystic sounds of the East. Pop at its highest levels, Pink Floyd bring everyone together. And just a few notes would be enough to understand that music has always been simple; it just needed to be complicated a little more. It sold a lot, but the technical-artistic quality is practically unmatched. Those who do not own it should go buy it immediately. Marco Poletti Dixit.

The most horrid of the Pink Floyd albums. A few flashes of brilliance here and there, but no peaks, few emotions, and, on top of that, very little imagination. Huge commercial success, but frankly, to be counted among the worst of the worst of the worst of the worst of Pink Floyd. Marco Poletti Dixit.

Nothing transcendent, but Pink Floyd still knows how to create light and graceful music. Of course, they are no longer the uncompromising perfectionists of "The Dark Side of the Moon" (1973), but thanks to a few somewhat forced flashes of genius and a nice dose of stylistic skill, they manage to reach the top spot on the charts. Not bad at all... Marco Poletti Dixit.

The review (?! ) is crap, the album is a masterpiece (the brightest of Pink Floyd). I won't bore you (by the way, Saputello, do you know what 'bore' means?), with tedious arguments about the intoxicating and exhilarating beauty of this purest pearl, but I would like, if possible (yes, the Editors tell me it’s possible), to poke a little fun at that poor loser Saputello (you must be 12, 13 years old, right? No, because if you’re older, you might as well donate them to a prisoner, they would definitely use them better!), I don’t really know how nice it is to forcefully try to be alternative at all costs (Saputello, you don’t like Pink Floyd, who the hell do you like, Dj Francesco?), but it is also true that after a while of this bullshit (which the Punisher does muuuch better) you risk, and you are indeed, becoming a caricature. My dear funny fool Saputello, why don't you go spout nonsense on another site? Ah, you prefer to be a pain in the ass here: fine, no problem, what’s the big deal... then I guess I can insult you even better: idiot, fool, shit, queer, whoremonger, slobbering dog (nice one!), pain in the ass, jerk, twit, poor thing, halfwit, etc., etc. What do you say? Do you want to reply? Want to write more bizarre reviews? Alright, so that means I can insult you even better... Ah, I almost forgot: fuck you. It was due... Marco Poletti Dixit.