Do you want the half-star option?

I do not like to "rate" anything ... I mean do I rate Tchaikovsky higher than Beethoven, or the Beatles over the Beach Boys ... at a certain point of the discussion objectively, one finds that the ratings are not satisfying at all, and they lack verve and quality ... many of the albums listed with high ratings, are not, in my view, really that well deserving showing what I imagine is a serious ability to listen to other music and something that is different.

I've requested, more than once, that only a "reviewer" be able to RATE anything, but the rating needs to be "changed" somewhat so that the whole band, or artistry is included and not just one song from one album. THAT IS IMPORTANT for the value of the artistry ... otherwise it becomes just a fan party ... drunken and stoned ... and not exactly showing any artistic merits, other than fun!

Even if it was a different poll. For example, I might like to review 2 JT albums and I would rate them high ... however, sadly, too many of the other albums are just songs looking for the US radio, and I honestly did not think they had the ability and musicality of those 2 albums ... and I would rate the albums much lower even though many of them are appreciated ... I don't dislike them! But if the rating was for the band AS A WHOLE my rating would change and probably lower as time went by because I do not think that Ian had another TAAB or PP or even MIAG in his bag ... I really think he was looking for the chance to get another hit ... and as such. I'm not sure that a lot of the albums following were as important or valuable ... nice stuff ... but many other artists also had them! And some deserved more attention and they did not get it!

Reminds me of Damo's posting in this board about the Japanese stuff (some other stuff from the area), where he can even find stuff that is older than many of us ... and we over looked it at the time! Just like we do now!

But I don't see the "ratings" as important as they are designed and used ... in some cases I find them offensive since it is about one song, and yet another fan, and not the music!

Hi,

It was written that way due to the lack of comparison and understanding that a lot of folks have for that album.

IT IS, and FOREVER WILL BE, the best photograph of that time and place, and all of the lyrics are centered towards that end ... like words disappearing in the wind ... and we don't get it, specially in the age of social media when words are meaningless and concepts even more so.

Folks still don't get it ... what EPITATH is about when in those days buildings and what not were getting blown out and innocent folks falling due to something that the British created to prevent someone's freedom ... add the confusion and then you have a stupid reason to be there... the British did the same thing in India.

Again, as is the issue in this board ... YOU ARE NOT LOOKING AT THE CONTENT AND ITS POINT ... you are merely looking at the length and thinking that it's too long and can't possibly have anything of value in it.

HOW CAN YOU APPRECIATE THE LONGER CUTS IN PROGRESSIVE MUSIC THAT WE LOVE IN THIS SITE, WHEN YOUR ATTITUDE IS THAT OF SOMEONE THAT WANTS A 5 MINUTE SONG?

Show your progressive ability and side ... is all that anyone can ask and hope for. You have a right to your opinion, but when it is not BASED ON CONTENT, I can not take it seriously ... and people on this board just about "refuse" to hear about history ... and think that it is all just stupid and mindless songs.

Guess what? Most of those musicians were not mindless. And they did phenomenal things!

3.89632 vs 3.89633 ......winner winner chicken dinner, by .00001!!

He was talking about a review. Why yell at someone when he didn't say anything about wanting a 5 minute song?

Hi,

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