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I have to tell you, dear, that in the disheartening landscape of new hype phenomena (Strokes above all), these seemed to me right away the most inspired. It's true that this album sounds a bit more polished and perhaps there's a hint of pop influence, but it seems to me that the band is moving towards a maturity that isn't a bad thing. And then, Juliette Lewis is the actress we all know, but comparing her to Karen O seems a bit much to me...

This album is a celebration of rock'n'roll. It never gets old, like those vintage items that retain charm, taste, and power. Lou Reed managed to give rock an adult stature, showing that rock has muscles but also brains. This album is an object of reverence.

I have "Henry's Dream" and "Let Love In" by Cave, but they have never excited me that much. However, I also have the collection that I put on this morning, and slowly "The Ship Song" came on and magically wormed its way into some part of my soul. I read the translation, and tears just streamed down... the power of music... sometimes. Now I have a strong desire to buy the album (note, not to download...), and your review has reinforced this idea. Congratulations.

Dear Floyd, I approached the album with a certain curiosity. I must say that I will always hold a respectful esteem for Gilmour for what he has contributed to music, but his album doesn’t add anything new to his style. Like an old athlete, now retired, enjoying the trophies and cups he’s collected throughout his career while sitting in an armchair with a bathrobe, a blanket over his legs, and wool slippers on his feet, with Gilmour's On An Island playing in the background...

Dear Shine, you’re right. In fact, as a good Debaserian, before writing the review I went to see if there were others regarding the same album. Given the technical publication times, I realized, the day after I wrote it, that just before mine, two others had been posted.
Anyway, I still believe that this work doesn’t add anything new to the sounds dear to Gilmour. In fact, I have the doubt that he took advantage of the resurrection of Pink Floyd at Live 8 to push his album. If you allow me, after twenty-five years of listening to Pink Floyd, I think it's time to listen to something else. And objectively speaking, it’s not a bad work, but spending twenty euros on this album seems a bit too much to me.

Ah ah ah...soon my review will arrive too. Well, when I wrote it yesterday I saw that no one had done it yet. Anyway, nice review this one.

Ah, the vote.

Bravo Socrates, really. I also bought this album several years ago because everyone was singing its praises, but it just didn't resonate with me; it even seemed flat and monotonous. I listened to it again today, and it feels like a completely different experience. There’s an underlying harmony among the many instruments, a precise, clean, and elegant bass. But above all, the musicality is rich and intense, filled with small details that you discover listen after listen. I believe many, even white artists, owe a debt to this album, from Simply Red to Paul Weller and, why not, even the Fugees. A masterpiece, without a doubt.

I am reading "Memories," the book where Yoko Ono (yes, the much-hated...) collects reflections from artists of various backgrounds about John Lennon. This "dive" into the artist's life has pushed me to delve deeper into his figure and the last "works" of the Beatles, including "Abbey Road." It's true that here Macca tries to piece together a decent product (and we must give him credit for that). But guys, what a puzzle! The guitars have a raw sound, almost demonstrating that they are not as polished as they are described, and the harmonies are never quite so heavenly. Every insert hides flashes of genius, especially in the final medley where the ideas are more striking than the songs taken individually. The Fab Four had reached their creative peak, but their individual personalities had matured so much that it was difficult to concentrate them into a single cohesive result. Nevertheless, it's a work to have—nice review.

You suck, and what the hell kind of name is that... Vic Sorriso.