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Here’s what I… Look, I don’t remember which review anymore, but you left a comment, a long time ago, to which I wanted to respond in exactly the same way that caz responded to you, but then I let it go… Same goes for the many subsequent ones, all on the same tone…

What a colossal bullshit...

I expected a landslide of one at the publication.. I don't feel like arguing, I just vote.

It may be, but I find it a beautiful drawing. Maybe because I'll be a little loser who understands little and with this little loser who was supposed to fight everyone's social discomfort, without outings, and I have seen it, I grew up with it. I didn't know that Shinoda was a great artist. If any of the many detractors could do better, let them take a picture and review it in this section that should be closed (who knows why), so we poor losers can judge. Lupin, don't take offense, but I find that Caz is right.

Here we are straying off the beaten path... I thought we were talking about music and artistic value, but as we know, when you bring up Jackson, you always end up in the same old clichés from gossip enthusiasts. So, I’ll take my leave and let you continue to bicker with good humor. My posts were meant to confirm the carelessness and superficiality of the reviewer... I got what I needed and I'm satisfied. Aloha...

Well, you've had your five minutes of glory, you wanted attention and you got it. We argued our answers by talking about music; you had no points to counter, you just talked about gossip. When it's time for a serious comparison, you change the subject. You've fully demonstrated your immense gaps and an abyssal ignorance. Congratulations! Tomorrow, send another one about Pink Floyd and write that they were a mediocre band that gave nothing to music, that Barrett was just a useless junkie and Gilmour an unexpressive and at times irritating guitarist. P.S.: I'm sorry to dismantle you, but tomorrow, even after writing this "sly" page and receiving a lot of attention, you won't find any improvements either internally or in your underwear. You'll always wake up with immense shortcomings on both sides. :P

"The Charm Of The Highway Strip" by the Magnetic Fields... 1994... Which means 15 years after this album... And then... What kind of comparison do we want to make between them and Michael Jackson's "Off The Wall"? I await with hope...

Well... But then again, maybe not. The Dictionary of Rock evidently lacks the word irony. I talked about groove, drums, bass, guitar, horns, keyboards, dance, a musical context tied to the late '70s, vocal harmonies, arrangements, pop... Or does music mean something else to you? Yet, from the nickname, one wouldn't think so. Ah, may you forgive this foolish artist who, at five years old, was already dominating as the leader of the Jackson 5, considered a phenomenon. A career of nearly 50 years... and he was 51 when he died. Forget the Sex Pistols, here we can talk about "The Great Pop Swindle," no joke! I've been too lengthy anyway; the essence lies in what Frenk said: "But Michael Jackson did these 'sterile and empty' things when no one had ever heard them before." Hasta la vista, baby.

Alright, let me explain it to you anyway: It all starts with "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough," a silly chart-topping track with a catchy yet deplorable melody. Okay, first bullshit... The reason lies in the fact that in 1979, during the height of disco dance, a piece like "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough," with that magnificent bass and funky guitar riff, the almost Caribbean percussion in the background and the steady drumbeat, a solid horn section and keyboards combined with the compelling voice of a Michael Jackson at his phenomenal best (almost at the peak), could get even a brontosaurus with hemorrhoids to move its butt... But what the hell do you know about what was happening in 1979, dear? You need to consider the historical context instead of spouting nonsense... This was the prologue to the pop that came afterwards. "Rock With You" is even worse... Of course, because it's just a piece devoid of atmosphere, with those insipid choirs, strings, brass over a rather pleasant drumbeat, a dance arrangement that's just forgettable, and that out-of-tune voice that’s not engaging at all... A piece that had nothing to do with late '70s dance.. Right... And what can we say about the groove of "Working Day And Night”? Someone who learns the lesson well from a certain Brown and repackages it in a disco style deserves to be crucified. How can one dance to such immense garbage? You’d have to be crazy to play it in a club (speaking like a DJ from 1979/1980, mind you...). The same goes for “Get on the Floor.” If you can't move your butt and don’t understand the greatness of this quadruple opening, I don’t know what to tell you... You don’t even know where pop hangs out.. But this goes even further than pop... “Off The Wall” is a good track, hinting at what was to come soon with Thriller (in the way of singing). “Girlfriend” is a carefree piece, without too many pretensions, with a decent atmosphere and good background vocals; not all songs can make you scream miracle, right? But you’re right, Michael had an unbearable voice, it’s particularly noticeable in “She’s Out Of My Life,” not exactly a milestone in sound, but the atmosphere he creates with the modulated emission of sound, breath, and voice, delicately, alluringly, with just the right vibrato, controlled in every single note, is just annoying. Where you’re right, you’re right! This also applies to the vocal harmonies of “It’s The Falling in Love,” while those poor bastards who arranged “Burn This Disco Out” should be immediately flogged, and as I write, my foot is dancing under the table, damn me! I skipped “I Can’t Help It,” you’ll forgive me, right? Last thing: who’s that idiot pop artist who wants to write an album arranged and sung in such abominably atrocious ways? Let’s hope no one, given the high-quality standard of today’s pop, but the past doesn’t joke around either... Pop seems to mean Popular Music, well, this album is to pop what relativity is to Einstein. If you played it for a mole cricket, you’d somehow manage to engage it...

Treccani, if you answer my question (honestly), I'll explain it to you.