Today the weather is bad where I am. The clouds threaten to rain at any moment; the wind shows no signs of abating, instead it fiercely manifests its wrath with ever more ardor and violence. I can't go out into the city. I can't even linger in the garden and sit under that beautiful cedar of Lebanon to finish the latest Rat-Man, under those warm rays of the sun that pleasantly penetrate through its majestic branches and infiltrate and tickle your face and legs.
But fortunately, I have my music, I think relieved; I rush into my personal 'listening room', a small, dark little room all covered with huge posters of Metallica, Deep Purple, Doors, Tori Amos, one huge of Lisa Gerrard and Brendan Perry, and I don't remember anymore; I approach that gigantic wardrobe that practically occupies the entire wall. I know what I need: light music but not too much, strong, intense, and very, very fun; great, I have the right section. I search: No Doubt, ABBA, AC/DC, Linda Perry, Courtney Love, Elio e le Storie Tese... and there it is! There it is! Aerosmith is the magic word! I insert the first disc of the Greatest Hits...
"Mama Kin", interesting, "Dream On", fantastic, "Walk This Way", compelling... "Dude (looks like a lady)", fun, - for those who don't know, it's the soundtrack of Mrs. Doubtfire - ... "Love in an Elevator", same.
And thus we move on to the second album: a few tears all over the place, especially in the super-famed "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" - the soundtrack of Armageddon.
...And I feel happy again.
In summary, the Boston group, led by the great vocalist Steven (Tallarico) Tyler, of Italian - Campanian, I believe - origins, and the relentless guitarist Joe Perry, is a perfect and incomparable commercial creation, becoming one of the hard rock bands with the highest number of copies sold, around one hundred million, and managing, with their particular catchy and insistently pounding rhythms, to secure a solid place in the Music history as continuers of a music that originated in the '60s from groups like Deep Purple and thanks to them, evolved and molded according to the trends of the time, until becoming pop (now prevalent in the latest albums; a Pop anyway with a capital 'P').
An interesting group, therefore, that however does not delve as deeply as it could both in rhythm and in words and themes where alcohol, drugs, phony feelings, static emotions, and a "plastic love", as our good old dear Cantantessa would say, are the only and sole protagonists... That's why I decided to recommend the most beautiful and fun anthology of their hits, even if I hate collections: because even just this is enough to savor the verve and wildness of Steve and bandmates; however, if like me, you one day burst into aerosmith-mania (can I say that?) and if, again like me, you indulge in buying their entire discography, so be it: after all, it is well known that if you insert any of their albums within earshot, you won't be able to take it away so easily, and you won't even expect your legs to start moving uncontrollably, as if crazy, and you go wild, and you can't stop, and...
...And at the end of this review, a final question is obligatory: what would the world be like without Nutel... um...
without Aerosmith?
A deadly bore, is my answer!
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