a shameful greeting to those who say that money doesn't bring happiness.
you make a lot of cash, you're full of girls, you drive a Ferrari, travel the world, and spend your holidays on yachts in the sea.
I don't have a dime, my wife has a mustache, I have a 67’ Vespa, and in the summer I rent a pedal boat to get around because an hour costs a lot.
but fuck it! hypocrisy! more
Damn, if only they had developed some of the experiments better...
Good album anyway, excellent dark melodies. more
They wanted to make a sound reminiscent of the seventies rock... Couldn't they? more
Italian post-rock, the answer to Mogwai. It could have worked at the beginning, but in the long run, it locked them in a limbo from which they have never managed to escape, demonstrating their lack of personality. more
great as a digestive, terrible as a market agent more
Better than Iommi and Blackmore? In golf, maybe. more
Word charmer, simple yet sophisticated, leaving you unsure of your whereabouts; between the city and the countryside, between Genoa and New Orleans, on some Mediterranean island or in some exotic corner of the Pacific. more
Conceived on the cusp of two masterpieces like "Viva" and "...Stop". It almost had the makings of a destined one. Almost. more
I don't know, I wouldn't be so inclined to bet on 1... I wouldn't want to take a risk, but I think there's an opportunity for an away win here. more
An album with a "summery" atmosphere, almost beach-like... If only there were more beach albums like this!!! more
A beautiful progressive-pop-rock album, designed to be both commercial and atmospheric at the same time. Brilliant concept! more
A thrash metal tinged with atmospheric and psychedelic arrangements... Forward to the era! more
The proof that to be a great band you shouldn't stick to just one genre! more
Record (almost) to forget. Strongly NOT recommended. more
The music that Linkin Park would play if they had more technical skills! more
Incredible to find CDs like this in an Autogrill behind summer compilations and Zucchero's albums. And yet it still has a power that would sweep away the whole shelf. 1-2-3-4! White riot, I wanna riot... more
Heavy as a boulder. Riffs like chainsaws. A hell of an album and the absolute zenith of Page Hamilton's combo, one of the greatest riffmakers in history. I saw them live in 1994... I was stunned. And deaf for a week! more
Masterpiece. Period. The most filthy, rotten, and depraved of the Lizard. Yow spits, vomits, screams, raves, and regurgitates gastric juices and shit: he remains one of my favorite vocalists, in spite of various Freddie Mercury! My favorite of the Lizard, and one of my all-time favorite albums! more
Starting from an acrobatic patafisical pop, a music with imaginary solutions, they follow a path that opens into green pop folk expanses. more
Greetings to all you cute little couples who save each other's names in your phones as “my love,” “honey,” “my life,” “cutie,” “sweetheart,” “love,” “my blood,” etc... but I hope that one day an anonymous wave hits you... worse than diabetes you are! And then you break up after a week.
I only say that I saved my wife’s name as “little music.” And she's still here driving me crazy even though she’s 30... just to say. more