Viva Lì

Predictable response, just imagine from someone like you...

I don't know the album, but the review is nice, a sign that that idiot Morta Lì once again hasn't understood a damn thing.

Sorry Morta Lì, answer me: 1) what bullshit have I said (you can't talk about the review on Velvet because, just so you know, I've done another 40 and some of them have even been liked a lot); 2) have you noticed that occasionally I give some 4s or 5s to reviews? Or maybe you just saw a 1 once and that's what you're basing it on. YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, that's it, someone who invents a nickname just to badmouth a reviewer is a pathetic piece of shit. Anyway, answer the first questions, you moron.

That Barrett was mentally unstable was something Freud didn't need to explain: that wonder of "The Piper..." could only be conceived by a madman with inspiration pumped up with shotgun shells. This is his first album after the breakup of Pink Floyd, and to put it together he receives help from some former bandmates (Gilmour's research work is crucial) and records a disc packed full of seemingly static and monotonous songs, some even simple nursery rhymes that seem written by a third grader. Yet it is here, in the most simple things, that talent emerges, whether we like it or not: crooked, limping, drunk, aching, Barrett's voice rips through any visionary excess and hits straight into the listener's heart. For an album from 1970, it's a pure miracle; perhaps, over time, it has lost a bit of its charm and beauty, but just a little, not too much, you know...

How much disdain for Prozac+. Let's say they are indeed faux punk, borrowing a little here and there, but in their constant borrowing, they manage to pull something good out of the hat. "Miodio" is indeed not exactly an album worthy of being categorized as punk, at best as "extreme pop" (in the sense that it isn’t pop and pushes towards punk without actually reaching it), but "Agente speciale" is perhaps their best track after "Acido acida." Enjoyable with taste, without being original, just for fun: if one has the ability to understand what it means to "imitate without ridiculing oneself," then this album can also be appreciated. Preconceptions aside.

"The cannon woman" is stunning and stands on its own, but then, what about the other tracks on the mini-album? Pure fillers, so a measured rating for the album: 5 for the title track, 2 for the rest, an abundant average of 3.

A double review? Oilalà, a daring review move or just a pure sending error? Anyway, the album, as I already mentioned in a previous post, is a masterpiece, soft, tender, almost not from Nirvana. Surprising, like few others.

The counter starts giving you an eye exam: I mean, did I at least say pioneers of hard rock? What the hell does house music have to do with it?

But are you still on that review? I've done another forty and you’re still on that?

Counter, I’ve listened to this record and if you want I can send you a copy at home. Now tell me, where did I insult anyone? At most, I said I didn’t agree with that review, but tell me where I insulted? Where? Give me some examples (aside from morta lì who started it).