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beautiful review...but I will NEVER listen to these!!! :-D

I listened to their debut album (Music from the Penguin Cafe) a couple of times, and I must say I expected more pronounced references to ethnic scenarios... instead, it seems like "music for the sake of music," exquisite but ultimately self-serving, or rather, aimed at the well-being and relaxation of the listener (new age then??)... what I mean is: it seems to me that the PCO has borrowed elements from various musical cultures (ethnic and Western, classical and popular) only to assimilate them and arrive at an abstract, neutral form... I'm still fascinated by them, and I will listen to them many more times... this review is wonderful...

worse than worse: reviews like this make you hate the bands and the albums they are about...great album, well played, but these are not the most significant Stooges in my opinion (let alone those from Raw Power)...for me, the best remains the first one...

No, Christ, you can't trivialize me like this, the JL!!! :-((( great debut, wonderful Mary, heartbreaking...

I like this record less and less: it sounds like it was recorded by dogs, it’s repetitive, and there’s that constant bobobobobobobo in the background that gets annoying after a while... a taste of psychedelia, but the best was yet to come...

what a show, Pata's profile picture! :-D

In my opinion, the track-by-track approach doesn’t really suit this style of review… Regarding the album, I believe it is a step backward compared to Pure, Head, and Goat, in terms of originality and inspiration… In Liar, JL speculate (with immense and unparalleled class) on the model established with their early works, weighing down its impact by smoothing out the edges… What emerges is a staggering monolith, with more than one reference to the oft-maligned hard rock… An admirable album, especially for the dizzying rhythm section, at levels even superior to Goat… In short, nothing new under the black sun of Texas, but being the JL classics, they can afford to repeatedly showcase the clichés they themselves have formalized, never boring and never trivializing… A classically refined mannerism… Rating: 4 (this time it’s deserved!)

"If you're 14 or older and in your room and you don't know this album, just forget it, it's too late. If you already know it, every word is superfluous, indeed unnecessary and perhaps even harmful!!!" <<< well, come on, let's not exaggerate... that could risk making the Stooges seem pretentious, wrapping them in an aristocratic air that doesn't quite fit them... in any case, I don’t believe that the universe of the Stooges can be limited to the pre-adolescence/metropolitan decay duo... there's so much more: sexual perversion (even in adulthood), spleen, boredom, marginality, loneliness, the void of the suburbs, cloudy days, hands in pockets, disengagement, afternoons spent online (which didn’t exist in ’69)... it’s an eternally relevant album...

"the album is an amphetamine explosion of pure rock" <<< no, we're not there at all

really fantastic barracuda! nice shooty!