Levante
In a lake of melted granite, I perceive pure freshness in ml (cit) more
Levante
..THE NOTHING. more
Silver Jews -Starlite Walker
It's not a rainy afternoon, nor a starry night, and it's not a sad day either. It's just a day like any other. I'm neither melancholic nor cheerful. I'm like someone who often feels like a person who loves music, football, cinema, good food, and beautiful girls (when I was young). I started listening to music at the age of 14, it was 1964. There were the Rolling Stones, the Kinks, Them, but above all, there was Bob Dylan followed by Neil Young. After that, many others came. My memories are of Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Satcell, and many more. Recently, I've been listening to a lot of female artists, considering that today's bands often have a woman as the lead singer. However, I often return to bands like Sparklehorse, Califone, Dirty Three, Duster, and Silver Jews. Yes, the Silver Jews of David Berman, who took his own life in August 2019. My favorite album is Starlite Walker. I don't know why. Maybe because when I listen to it, strangely, I see the light in the sky dimming. Just a coincidence? Who knows!! more
The Pogues -Rum Sodomy and the Lash
After a dazzling debut, a second album that is both a confirmation and maturation (later fully realized with "If I Should Fall...") at the same time, maintaining the same wonderful green coordinates but adding a bit more variety and, at least for me, feeling a tad more "substantial" compared to the Rose Rosse (Per Me). There is a strong common thread here (but generally with certain Irish ballads), even just in the music and arrangements, between some fabulous ballads (whether written by Shane or traditional or classic from others—Bogle and MacColl) that are Irish and certain American ballads of a similar style, equally drunk, equally melancholic and poignant. And just to confirm, in the CD reissue, there is a poem specially written for them by one Tom Waits, who, by the way, considers this album among his favorites. Then every now and then, the reference to the "landing" territory becomes quite intentional ("Jesse James," for example). The average quality of the tracks? Huge. The production is by the old fox Elvis (the one who wasn't on a deserted island in 1985, I mean). Among the gems is "I'm a Man You Don't Meet Every Day," sung, however, in the female voice of Cait—future Mrs. Elvis—O'Riordan, because even the Pogues had to produce a folk-Irish piece with a female voice; it's no mystery that it always fits perfectly. more
Lucio Battisti -La batteria, il contrabbasso, eccetera
Yet another gem from Battisti's zibaldone, where, right from the title (the double bass, the drums), the predominant "rhythmic" aspect of the album is emphasized. Aside from being one of the best-played records in his discography, with three musicians each equipped with four brains as session men (Ivan Graziani-Hugh Bullen-Walter Calloni), there are further discoveries from Lucio, and it’s no coincidence that they will play, all or part of them, in the best albums of the period (in addition to Graziani's "Ballata per 4 Stagioni", we find them in Venditti's "Ullalla", in Area's "Maledetti", and in Finardi's "Sugo" and "Diesel" for example). A rhythm-tribal-dance album with some psychedelic reminiscences, certainly less Pop compared to the next three albums (except for the hit single "Ancora tu", super inspired nonetheless), but where the standout tracks abound, especially “Il Veliero”, a piece that will set the standard, and on which, in my opinion, bands like RHCP have based their careers (“Can’t Stop” is identical, we’re on the verge of plagiarism). more
Lucio Battisti -Una Donna Per Amico
The ultimate Pop-Soul album by Battisti. Played and arranged masterfully, without a single flaw. For me, it represents the pinnacle of the second Mogol phase (1976–1980), the most International Dance/Pop (3/4 of these albums were recorded abroad). The intro of “Prendila Così” is, with every listen, always something sublime. more
Giusy Ferreri
I'm sorry, but I can't access external links, including YouTube. However, if you provide the text you would like translated, I'd be happy to help! more
Enzo Jannacci -La mia gente
Having found it yesterday in Florence, I gave it another listen after a year. And...wow, it really is a great album. Many consider it a minor work in Jannacci's career, but I have never agreed. Perhaps it's very heterogeneous, some tracks are not entirely focused, and the arrangements don't always do justice to certain lyrics (just to give an example, "Pensare che" is quite tough lyrically, but the calm arrangement makes it practically irrelevant). But then there's everything else: even though Jannacci didn't write most of the pieces, many of them are extremely inspired, starting from the very human portrayals in "70 persone" and "Gli zingari" to poetic masterpieces like "Il Duomo di Milano" and "La mia gente," all the way to total absurdity in "El Carrete" and "Il piantatore di pellame." And then there's "Messico e nuvole," how I want to cry! more
Levante
Irritating as a field of nettles in the eyes more
Giusy Ferreri
The worst ever!! With that voice of hers, a mix between a strangled chicken and a clogged sink, she manages to penetrate deep into my nervous system. I absolutely have to change the radio or put on music to drown her out when I have the misfortune of hearing her. Worse than a giant pine cone up the ass. more
Neil Young -Zuma
We have returned to the times of Harvest, just a bit darker. more
Vittorio Feltri
Uncomfortable character says what he thinks, not aligned with the mainstream thinking. Thank you, Vittorio. more
Lucio Battisti -Umanamente uomo: il sogno
"Discone" for me closes the first golden triptych of Battisti-Mogol (after the equally beautiful "Emozioni" and "Amore non amore"). Here Lucio begins to become “more mature” and less anchored to the Beat style of his early days, and the masterpieces are plentiful: "I giardini di marzo," primarily, a refined ballad (certainly among the most beautiful Italian songs ever), "E penso a te," tear-jerking, "Comunque bella," a tender adolescent apology, a fantastic acoustic sketch of the title track whistled, and "Il fuoco," an acerbic episode of pure avant-garde, for which Giulio Rapetti refused to write the lyrics because he considered it “a not very convincing piece.” In short, here Battisti begins to spread his wings, leading him to soar higher and higher year after year. 8.5. more
Lucio Battisti -La sposa occidentale
The White album that I listen to the least, but despite everything, remains a beautiful Pop record, definitely the most accessible of the pentology. “I ritorni” stands out above all, among the top 5 songs of the Battisti-Panella duo. more
Lucio Battisti -Cosa succederà alla ragazza
In my opinion, the best of Bianchi (oh dear, the competition with “Don Giovanni” is fierce, but right now I prefer this one), a milestone of all Italian music: 8 giant pieces, never so different from each other, but a special mention goes to the fabulous title track, with that grand electronic bassline that reminds me so much of King Crimson's “Discipline” (at times also evoking Talking Heads' “Remain in The Light”, but there’s everything in here, everything). For me, the Italian New Wave masterpiece, if it can indeed be defined that way. A genius melting pot of electro-dance-synth-pop-wave (a genre that doesn’t really exist, precisely). more
Luigi De Magistris
Unbearable and unheard, somewhat like his friend Saviano. more
Lucio Battisti -L'apparenza
The most expansive and ecstatic of the white discs, the second and last with more classic arrangements. And it features the title track, which to me is the most beautiful song from the collaboration with Panella. Phenomenal, to listen to and relisten to. more
Alexandre Dumas
An excellent writer, nothing to complain about. more
Corey Taylor
the singer of Slipknot more
Rob Letterman & Conrad Vernon -Mostri contro Alieni
Here, if you ask me which animated movie I absolutely hate the most, I say this one. And I won’t say anything else otherwise I’ll start cursing for half an hour like a Venetian losing a load. more