Club Dogo
Non Siamo Più Quelli Di Mi Fist

"You three idiots mistake my sounds of protest for gangsta shit" (Jake La Furia a.k.a Fame, 2006)

"I have an ecko logo and a rhino on my chest, so I don't fit into a Gianni Versace shirt, like those with pure gold accessories that you'd better set on fire with a lighter" (Guè Pequeno a.k.a Il Guercio, 2003)

Do you know these two guys? They are the same ones who also brought to life:

"I'm not a fake G, I'm a real 'zarro' black bike and helmet, uncle bandolero. I heat the mic like nicotine, microclimate, this weekend I make a mess, bro like the one before" (Jake La Furia a.k.a Jake L'Anguria, 2014)

"To make cash, bro, you need more cash,to take a photo of your ass, you need the flash it's too big and doesn't fit in a 5S I buy an S4 just for your ass" (Guè Pequeno a.k.a Minchia Zio, Mi Piace La Figa, 2014)

It seems pointless to talk about the birth of Club Dogo following the dissolution of Sacre Scuole, as much has already been said about it. There's no need to talk about Mi Fist either, the 2003 album in which the three (Jake, Guè, and Don Joe) demonstrated to everyone that Italian rap could still offer something after the '90s, which saw the release of killer albums (SxM, Fatidio, 950, Sindrome di Fine Millennio, etc.).
Over the years, however, with each album, Dogo began to take on annoying gangsta attitudes and use women as the main theme of their songs. If "Dogocrazia" at the time (2009) I liked little and the subsequent "Che Bello Essere Noi" (2010) was the extension of the previous one, in 2012 came the abominable Noi Siamo Il Club. Beats like tunz tunz and choruses more pop than ever; even the only decent song seems to be made just for big money (Se Tu Fossi Me). Needless to say, the album, thanks also to the suicidal singles, climbed the charts becoming one of the best sellers of the year, making Dogo the idols of kids who just a few months before were listening to Finley, Lost, Sonohra, Dari, and similar crap. This "Non Siamo Più Quelli Di Mi Fist" (damn, I would have never guessed!) unfortunately follows the 2012 fiasco's footsteps. It again focuses on self-celebration and women as main themes, making listening to the entire work exasperating. If Sayonara, Saluta i King, Soldi, Lisa and Dieci Anni Fa are appreciable at least for the technique (super flow at full throttle) and for the crumbs that remain of the street life narration, Weekend, Zarro! Dicono di Noi, and the remaining songs are literally unlistenable. The choruses (far too often with autotune) almost all suck and rape the already lousy verses (Start It Over, Un' Altra Via Non C'è and especially Quando Tornerò with Entics, a kind of idiot I've always hated) and the beats are below the beatmaker's standards (Don Joe always in the Top 5). Dieci Anni Fa talks about what happened from the release of Mi Fist to today, and I would consider it one of the few notable from the tracklist. I'm convinced that if Dogo makes this type of music, it's solely the fault of the mentally diminished audience that follows them and appreciates the very tacky stuff and the dim-witted teenagers who get excited looking at Guè. They are still them (Hashishinz Sound Vol. 1, Penna Capitale, Roccia Music), it's the audience that has become moronic and wants songs devoid of content ("I'm away from stress, smoke a bit and then play PES")