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Rating: Dear DeBaserians, I introduce myself with this my first review... I have no pretensions in this regard, and any criticism, if constructive, will be well accepted.
I felt compelled to intervene regarding this concert because Luciano's comment I read does not, in my opinion, do it justice.
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The Arena throbs under the soft light of the full moon and the few streetlights. Smoke and scents fill the stands crowded with people of all ages, the pre-concert chatter noise is blocked like a hiccup in the throat by total darkness, the big screen lights up with a thousand phosphorescent green words that fall, rise, run to the right, left confusing the messages they carry among themselves as well as the direct or subliminal messages we are forced to absorb every day, willingly or unwillingly. Matrix!
An immense cloud of purple smoke gives birth to our long-awaited heroes, the notes from the first album, listened to but not yet digested and assimilated, tug at you and then wrap you sensually like the deadly embrace of a Cobra.
The old pieces return... those dark swamps of Robert's unconscious in which you have already immersed yourself. Behold, from a black ebony cave a voice kidnaps every flow of energy. Horace Andy, majestic panther!
Bursts of heavy metal are thrown by drummer and guitarists, but it's already time to dance while the cobra has already bitten you and sent Karma into Coma!
Robert has gone away, but the blue flag still waves high in the arena!
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