Viva Lì

Killgod#61470 what the hell does "I go all out" have to do with anything that sucks? But talk about this album and tell me if you've ever listened to it or are you just talking for the sake of talking?

Bionic Metalhead is right, if all those who gave a 1 are under twenty, their opinion frankly doesn’t count for a damn; the fake and phony character is today's, dear Killgod, not the one from thirty years ago, and as for Morta Lì: if you don’t listen to the albums, don’t spout nonsense.

Almost historic, and great review.

Human Cases Counter, I liked you very much: your list is perfect and my profile is so much fun. Just listen, but there’s a ton of human cases here: how could you forget people like Kiaravril, Aka The True Ghetto, Kobe Bryant (even if the one about Breathing alone is worth a thousand discussions)...

Look, I am good and patient but there’s a limit to everything: can you explain to me (or rather, can the reviewer explain to me) how they can give this album a 4? Alright, "We Will Rock You" and "We Are the Champions" are two great songs, I couldn't say otherwise, but then what else is there besides an endless amount of fillers?

That "you in Puglia" wasn't meant to be offensive to anyone, it's just that, being Trucido from Puglia, I had to express myself that way; if the critic (never constructive, but only vulgar because that's what people like Morta Lì know how to do, who, as NickGhostDrake rightly says, creates a fake account just against a reviewer) had been from Genoa, I would have said "you Ligurians." Anyway, nothing strange: Morta Lì has only read one of my reviews, that's where he stopped and hasn't read any more. He doesn't know that there are some good ones, considered such by other DeBaser users, he just chose the one that got under his skin and comments on that, but I’m not even mad, you're a poor fool and I'll let you be. If you tell me to 'stop', I won't stop, in fact, the more you tell me to stop, the more I want to keep going. And then, Morta Lì, you only exist because I exist: if I didn't exist here on DeBaser, what would you be?

Dead there, have you ever listened to this record? Enlighten me with your opinion. The Trucido, instead of spouting bullshit, explain in detail why this review is crap? What is it, you in Puglia can only say cockhead and headcock?

Manu Chao, thanks mainly to this album, has become the quintessential icon of the no-global movement. However, the former leader of Mano Negra, while always composing catchy and never trivial songs (even if packaged like childlike nursery rhymes), has somewhat lost his musical inspiration and finds himself a step below the best moments (and there have been many) of Mano Negra. Personal anecdote: I knew a lady (in her 40s), leftist, no-global, a bit of a flower child with about thirty years difference, who worked at a well-known radio station. One day, as soon as she learned of Manu Chao's arrival in Milan for a concert, she literally went to great lengths to pay for the ticket and go see him (like she snatched money from her husband), and this shows how Manu Chao, beyond his musical merits, is truly an icon of a certain way of thinking. In any case, more than "Clandestino," the standout track on this album is "Desaparecido."

How many reviews were already out for this album? Too many, too much. How long is the review? Too long, too much. Anyway, the album is beautiful: the Red Hot Chili Peppers are a bit of an anomaly, they've practically only released mediocre albums and they've hit the mark with just one, this one, and they did it brilliantly. Strange, huh?

Exaggerated! The death of Genesis comes, at the latest, with "We Can't Dance," but we're already in the early nineties. Of course, "Foxtrot" was a monumental masterpiece, but giving this album a 1 is, in itself, a bit of a crime: nothing extraordinary, but a lot of professionalism and, all in all, good music, from the rock of "Abacab" to the funky "No Reply At All," and a great track (similar to the old days) "Me and Sarah Jane." Sure, it’s a somewhat dormant vein, some songs are more filler than anything else, and the Genesis of the seventies are absolutely unmatchable. And it's no coincidence that sales skyrocketed to enormous levels: it's one of the few Genesis albums I still have on cassette, pleasant to listen to without thinking too much about what the Genesis of "Supper's Ready" were and what they have become...