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Wallpaper of a very delicate candy pink, or why not?, a timeless Tiffany blue, on an exposed brick wall. Held together by guano.
Artificial strawberry aroma so strong it makes the drink bitter.
A photo novel featuring delightful almond-eyed youngsters in cute poses just enough to fuel the first stirrings of daddy's little girl, a naval worker too tired, too distracted, too anything else to even notice the Ricchi & Poveri's playback at Sanremo.
Someone has the courage to call it music, art, even.
The ambitions of realizing a trilogy of concept albums completely screwed up well before the halfway point of this second chapter, a compilation of pieces so far from continuous that getting to the end of the tracklist redefines the meaning of the term "masochism"
They had announced it as a dark work: the frontal assaults for which, at least in intention, the drum machine would be programmed barely dust away the boredom, the tracks that should provide adrenaline are sung at the brink of logorrhea, the more "soft" ones sung so little that with the excess auto-tune you could sustain another 4 Cher, the pitch reaches heights so elevated that the frequencies of Radio Maria by comparison are the icon of discretion.
In short, a real mess. This record is the epitaph on the tombstone of pop music. More than that, it is the corpse of pop music laid there, privates exposed, on the autopsy table.
Drain every drop of blood, dismember to your liking. Every organ, every part will remain intact, like an anatomy textbook. The poor fellow died from having no soul. Like and even worse than the first episode of this long epic, it lacks the personality to face head-on the psychological repercussions of media overexposure, the vulnerability, the consequences of having to count the change left after paying the price of fame, the journey with headlights off through the darkest paths of oneself, the relationship with music. In three words: it lacks the premises.
No way around it, the stench of carcass is so dense it makes your eyes burn.
Or, the wallpaper hides an ugly surprise...
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