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I’m the eighteenth to comment on this review, and considering that I even took the time to count the number of previous comments, I have to say it: I really have nothing better to do.

Stop commenting on albums or artists you don’t know, saying that you don’t know them, we don’t care. Talk about the weather forecast for tomorrow instead, do I have to teach you how to be original? So, who does the weather forecasts on debaser?

Tell the truth about the audience of this site, but why didn’t you also talk about the album in question, which, to be clear, isn't that bad? I have to give you one star; next time talk about this album where there’s “in your eyes” that rocks.

I don't know the work, but this year Flea has already released a solo album called Helen Burns, which is just terrible. I'll try to listen to this (even though I have my reservations, and quite a few of them).

Don't listen to this user made up of poor idiots, a good review for a shitty record. It would have been an excellent review if it weren't so long that it becomes tiring at times. I like your approach to music, but here, apart from you and me, few can pick up an instrument or know anything about what they're talking about. We know these people; when there’s a review of the Modern Jazz Quartet, they’ll have the nerve to say that we are facing timeless geniuses. They are hopeless. But satisfy my curiosity, it's clear that you like this album; you even know all the session musicians playing on it (some of the best sidemen in the world), yet at the same time, you have the modesty, prudence, and fairness to say that much of the content is crap. So the question arises: Why do you like it? Simple nostalgia for high school days or is it just your "forbidden listen"?

You could have spared us since there are a million reviews of the album in question on Debaser. Moreover, it's such a masterpiece that not everyone is entitled to talk about it.

I don't understand how one could give a good vote to this piece of self-congratulatory pseudoreview. It’s worth less than the album, which let’s be clear, is terrible.

The Rolling Stones make me cringe (vomit).

Beautiful the Manowar. This is not the game of opposites.