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Rating: A moment of madness might lead you to do things you might regret.
But maybe not.
I still don't know if I should regret it or not.
Time will decide.
...but for now, I feel absolutely happy with my decisions.
Decisions made with a hint of haste, restlessness, and madness towards something as little known as the majestic online stores.
Born, Raised, and fed - will my non-Neapolitan friends allow me this term? - in the "city of scams" (not the one of the actor Insinna) and frauds, I would never have trusted these "distance" purchases.
Yet the day of madness, inevitably, arrived. The day of madness, the day of madness, yes! When you rush to grab your savings hidden in the farthest corners of your mattress and hurry to dust off the old postpay hidden in drawers amidst forgotten memories.
And then, after 4 working days in perfect condition as stated, it arrives. This unknown pop pearl from mid-'90s England arrives. As if it made a journey through time. That England often emulated but in my opinion erased from memory. Or remembered wrongly, I don't know.
The Moose have always fascinated me, those unfortunate ones!
A booklet of two pages. A cover that's an explosion of colors - a mess of stuff - like those festivals in Japan rich in flying dragons and colors, with fireworks exploding on the right and left.
Strictly Sixties style: a kitten, an Indian, a nice fresh lemon, some roses, the teddy bear waving.
That wish is reality!
we are normal!
The horse with the faded little flower and the naked woman with the beauty queen sash - diploma of merit!
The world of Moose is far from here. In its confusion, it will be the purest thing seen in pop music! Something too elaborate to remain in the minds of ears. Something too difficult for us mere mortals used to feeling cool while listening to Radiohead.
Vintage necklaces, silver-stained bracelets forgotten in a drawer left to blacken. A cold and pure touch. Brass. Trumpets and violins. Seductive female voices and the explosion of a kaleidoscope of mirrors and stars that jump in your face and there explode sending you into an irreversible coma. What's the use of spending time talking about songs when we have all this? A masterpiece of 3/4 hours that is much more than Art-pop or Avant-pop.
The Moose, vanished into nothing. Not even a distant memory. A non-existent memory. Few traces on the web, little hope in the international mule. And to hell with the damn 11 pounds plus the damned shipping costs. They are blessed, damn it!
In the end, if you're not a traditionalist buying CDs from the shop around the corner, or a "crazy downloader": DON'T COUNT ON IT!!! The Moose don't exist here... ...and they don't even exist in their homeland. They exist on the web, the place where everything is becoming possible.
You need a bit of cash, madness, and love for music! You'll see it will be just as I described.
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