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@Macaco: what isn’t clear to you?

The soul is one of the most ridiculous yet simultaneously presumptuous and convenient concepts ever conceived by humans. The concept goes: "we are men, we are better than other species, and thus we have a soul, that is, an unprovable entity that makes us superior to other living beings and allows us immortality in the afterlife." Obviously, in light of the theory of evolution, the concept of the soul becomes something that evokes a fair amount of hilarity... Just think of the slow and gradual series of mutations that leads from primordial apes to their various descendant branches: primates (monkeys, lemurs, and humans). A transformation so slow that hundreds and hundreds of generations are needed to glimpse even the slightest appreciable change between ancestors and descendants, to the point that it seems absolutely ridiculous to think that the Christian God decided to grant the soul FIRST to a specific individual, who by necessity was exactly identical to his immediate predecessors, who did not receive this gift. It would be a discrimination unbefitting an infinitely good being... :) If, on the other hand, as in the case of 47, the evolutionary theory is not taken as valid and is perhaps replaced with the "much more credible" divine design or the more classic creation from the dust of Adam and Eve, then conceiving the existence of a soul can become much more plausible, if not necessary.

Elio Corno's ballets and Crudeli's screams are a television classic. Spectacular show!! Hahahaha!!

Hey, look, even Rita Dalla Chiesa said that Giusy Ferreri has great talent! So it must be true. Flush the Unwound records down the toilet and enjoy this crap.

Great Alessio, this is an excellent album, very indebted to Sonic Youth and Fugazi. And that can only be a good and right thing. :)

Katharsys, you instead make me laugh.

In the category of crap movies, this film fits right in. Idiotic dialogue, clichéd and poorly developed ideas, stereotypical characters, and a flat screenplay typical of that idiotic modern American comedy of which Ben Stiller now seems to be the champion (good for him!).

Stipe, prog was born in 1967, educate yourself before spouting nonsense.

To claim that this album marked the beginning of prog is a bit like saying that with TG4 journalism became impartial.