Drunken Topo Gigio... basically a piece of shit! more
Psych-surf from the California desert. Mr. Mario Lalli. It’s his fault that Josh Homme made millions of dollars. more
American 90s oozing from every pore. more
Although I consider Fish the only true singer of Marillion, this first album without him is almost a manifesto. Dreamy melodies and reverberated guitars perfectly blend with Hogarth's vocals, who will gift us another great album with "Afraid of Sunlight." more
A fundamental album in the Italian music scene of the 90s. more
I’m still undecided whether to consider it an emblematic disco of genius or simply an overrated underground mess. In any case, it has marked my adolescence, so one cannot deny the emotional connection. more
Distillation of genius!! more
A glorious past, a shameful present. more
Luffa. more
These assholes think they are the Bitors!!! more
These gentlemen are kicking ass against the eagles!!!! more
LSD. Fuzzy. Caricatural (Prince, Cat Stevens). more
Elvis zombie in a flow of crazy circuits more
The absence in the perpetual repetition. more
A bit tacky, but it's acceptable, come on. more
Hello Talking Heads, you’re a bunch of amateurs compared to us, but we dedicate half of the album to you and we’ll use the other half for a jam in the name of the past that won’t return. more
A fantasy of tears and heartbeats. more
For me, it is part of the triptych of their masterpieces, alongside the two previous ones. In some ways, I even prefer it to Pawn Hearts. more
Listening to them isn't so bad... but their actual usefulness is to make noobs go crazy on Guitar Hero. more
Their grand epitaph, over two hours of gorgeous music. It's absolutely mind-blowing, especially for the effects. Who cares that Ruggero Acque isn't there... more