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THE REVIEW
“The sky is the biggest pussy of all” and it seems to contain all the fantastic pairs of the world, Hardy/Laurel, for instance...
Or the blue world and the pink one...
And, of course, also sausage and Brussels sprouts... Not to mention the eggplant from Paris, obviously.
The sky, and also music. There are Graziella and Imelda, two music-loving stars, who don't even give a sidelong glance to the harmony of the spheres.
They are, respectively, the mothers of rock 'n' roll and cheerful pop.
Whose daddies, from time to time, are tough musicians or overwhelmed by sweetness given by tiny little drugs...
Ah, today we enter a countryside distillery. The Zombies come from there...
With their sugary and trippy pop like certain granny's liquors. Half a glass is enough to find yourself on the clouds. And it doesn't matter if, once you come down, your tongue and fingers are sticky.
That one of those two stars smiles, or maybe both of them do.
Also because, right after, on radio Mojo, it's time for some swift and quick rock to stretch the shriveled limbs.
And we dance, but a bit of the soul/heart is still with those incredibly cool zombies...
And mentally sips, drooling, that granny's liquor.
Or, in my case, auntie's...
Because I remember that aromatic concoction of hers, sweet and colorful even if, when I was little, I could only taste it.
Ah, it had a magical effect on anyone who drank it...
It melted worries away and helped reach that state where our intimacy with the world and things is at its maximum.
Since it had the same effect on me, I jokingly told her that the liquor resembled her. And, probably, some drop of her splendor really ended up in those bottles.
Sometimes I helped her prepare it, but don't hope that I'll reveal the recipe to you, that's secret. In any case, she called it poppy broth.
The aunt, however, wasn't a super trippy living dead... She was just a very califragile aunt...
Trallallá...
PS: the sky/pussy comes from Uncle Buk, one who didn't make sugary sweet pop, another fantastic pair then...
PPS: for the concept of fantastic pair, ask Gianni Rodari...
PPPS: I think I ate an expired yogurt, once it was a rather popular psychedelic practice...
Trallallá 2...
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Summary by Bot
The review celebrates The Zombies' album Odessey and Oracle as a sweet and trippy pop masterpiece that evokes feelings of nostalgia and magic. It likens the music to an intoxicating homemade liquor that transports the listener to a dreamlike state. Despite its sugary surface, the album retains depth and charm, engaging both heart and soul. The reviewer uses whimsical, poetic language to convey a deep emotional connection to the album.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
The Zombies
The Zombies are a British rock group formed in St Albans in the early 1960s, led by Colin Blunstone and Rod Argent. Best known for the hits She’s Not There, Tell Her No, and Time of the Season, they created the classic 1968 album Odessey and Oracle. They were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2019 and later reunited to tour and record.04 Reviews
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By sylvian1982
Don’t let their name fool you, as their music certainly doesn’t evoke ghostly landscapes, but rather a sweetened pop with slightly psychedelic shades.
I dare to affirm that the Fab Four, despite having spattered a myriad of formidable singles, cannot boast a long-play work so homogeneous and convincing in its entirety.
By Missing
"Odessey And Oracle is the most unfortunate and 'fantozzian' album ever that a company could produce."
I suggest listening to it in its primitive version but the one for the fortieth anniversary is truly interesting.
