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A review that is nothing short of terrible, a real pile of crap. The Zukanican deserve much better treatment.

I would like to know how many of the guys who have shit on the album in question have seriously listened to Justin Timberlake. A guy who has Timbaland as a producer, who is a Midas of R'n'B. And by the way, the Timberlake in question is often much better live than certain rockers you simpletons, with your easy insults, listen to without even recognizing what’s good (often without even listening to it). Timberlake is in tune, he can dance, and there's a meticulous care in the arrangement of his songs. I read in another review about some other guy who was talking about well-packaged crap, as if wrapping crap nicely could make it good stuff. There is only beautiful music and ugly music, not ugly music disguised as beautiful. Get yourselves together. Unfortunately, this site is always the same.

Boring review. Volume 8 is, for me, the worst album by Faber (if we can even talk about "worst" with this giant). It’s not that it’s bad; the listening experience is enjoyable, but that’s the problem. Faber isn’t meant to be enjoyable but to make you cry, to reflect, to leave you feeling like crap. This album fails to do that. As for the discussion about the modernity of the second period versus that of the first, well, it depends. Creuza de ma doesn’t seem like an album written yesterday but simply an album with influences quite far from what we’re used to listening to. Le nuvole (1990) has a modern sound if you define the '90s with that term. Anime Salve is so wonderful that it transcends the discussions about old and new. To be honest, I find the De André of Un Ottico much more modern than that of Disamistate. If you compare the music of the '90s with that of De André, you'll find huge differences. The continuous growth of the artist is indisputable, as is his genius, but it doesn’t seem to me that there is this overwhelming need or search for the new in his work; rather, there is a constant pursuit of beauty and continuous opportunities for musical growth and renewal that, however, step outside of trends and times. In this sense, Faber is not modern but outside of time.

The four stars were given by mistake; the work deserves zero stars. Three stars for the review.

I start with the record. This album represents what, for various reasons, could represent Fontana's work. There is a message, strong and unequivocal, and one wants to launch it with all their might, seeking new paths to tread and explore through a research journey. I am convinced that these are neither necessary nor sufficient conditions to craft an artistic product. Art should promote innovation but adhere to a sense of beauty, to a finished product of a certain magnitude. This is an unlistenable album, and overrating it is absurd; it would be like giving top marks to John Cage's piece of pure silence. The concept does not create art; at that point, any sharp thinker would suffice to create sparks. Personally, I find it a piece of crap, unlistenable. Certainly, everything is intentional and sought-after, but if you, Lou Reed, are trying to make crap (albeit sought-after), how can I, as an average listener, appreciate you? Now let's move on to the review. The reviewer is sufficiently knowledgeable about Lou Reed during the 1975-1976 period and cites interesting sources. However, I quote verbatim: "Thanks to the English fanzine Punk, in 1976 MMM was declared stylistically the progenitor of the emerging punk phenomenon (along with the works of the VU) and thus held artistic dignity superior, perhaps, to the expectations of its own author, who had intended to release a single disdainful interview commenting on the first edition of the album." The reviewer has repeatedly asserted the research path desired by Reed, which evidently has nothing to do with punk except for a desire to break from the old, but is executed in different ways. Punk means playing two chords blasted in eighth notes for about a minute and forty, making albums with thirty tracks that last half an hour, creating crap records sending the message that anyone can play and give voice to something. Lou Reed, on the other hand, as has been reiterated several times, sought a breaking point, and in punk, there is no research, there is no intelligence, and above all, no culture to carry out a process of this magnitude. Therefore, there is a fundamental contradiction in this thesis. That a magazine wants to find connections is understandable; music journalists never tire of making connections and references that don't exist. In any case, it cannot be said that the review is worthless; I always appreciate documentation and the attempt at a balanced and reasoned synthesis.

You have to understand that around here people listen to prog to give themselves a certain air (except for a few gentlemen like myself). You also need to realize that your rant about the beard really gets on my nerves, and besides, I'm currently listening to your highly praised album, which is frankly mediocre and quite derivative.

One of the worst movies ever

Giving a 5 to an overrated album is a paradox, a nonsense. But this album truly deserves the 5 because it is not overrated at all; on the contrary, it is hugely underrated.

Well, I'm the first to comment. I have to say that finally I'm reading a proper review. I appreciated the historical overview of the band, which is useful for those who have never listened to Le Orme and want to get an idea of who they are or what they sound like. However, I find that the same introduction, while useful, is a bit too long but that's fine as it is. For the rest, I must say that you've intrigued me to listen to this album. I'm also part of that category you mentioned of users who have listened to the period 1970-1975 (in my case 1969-1975 including Ad gloriam). Sometimes we progressive listeners get stuck in the golden age, and I must admit that with a certain carelessness I have ignored Le Orme's production post-Smogmagica. However, I will listen to the album and let you know if I agree with your review, which speaks about the work in question in enthusiastic tones.

Uannà, what time do you call? I'm all set here. This CD makes my skin crawl like two melons.