The Dice
Moonlight Promenade

THE REVIEW

In a comment it was written to me that Jethro Tull (and not 'getro' as someone wrote, completely mangling the band's name) would stink of a storage closet, forgetting that Tull have left their mark in music history, thanks to their stylistic versatility and Ian Anderson's histrionic abilities. Well, I want to be absolutely clear, always speaking 'straight to the point', as I like to do, demonstrating, with listening numbers in hand, the difference between Tull's albums and those of the band I'm talking about in this review. That said, if Tull (according to an opinion that, obviously, I do not share at all) 'stink of a storage closet', this album stinks of shit because it rises right from the sewer to which I hope it will return over time. Because, let's not beat around the bush: it is really difficult to release three masterpieces in a row in three years (namely Stand Up (1969), the highly underrated Benefit (1970), and Aqualung (1971), an album that, among other things, contains the masterpiece song My God, which also features Ian Anderson performing a truly spectacular flute solo). Among other things, the listening numbers speak clearly: regarding Jethro Tull 1,692,470 listeners, concerning The Dice 113 (constantly decreasing. [Source: Spotify]). Do you notice any difference? That said, and with this necessary and indispensable introductory preamble made, let's get into the heart of the review.

If Showcase Come Alive made you enter the sewer of music, this takes you right into the cesspool. Pure shit, an absolutely lousy album, with unconsidered arrangements, poor vocals, and absolutely predictable themes. In short, this album, if it's not yet clear, I'll let everyone who thinks art is for everyone listen to it, and that real artists should absolutely sell out.

Let's be even clearer and more explicit, as I am asked to be: this shit-album, as I started calling it since time immemorial, is full of songs that take the listener right there: into the cesspool, making them take the worst journey of their life. Honestly, I wouldn't even give this album one star, nor would I ever sign these 'musicians'. The reason? Simple: this album is pure rubbish, pure shit. I will repeat it until exhaustion, until I can't take it anymore, until this concept is clear. Then again, I think the listening numbers speak for themselves.