Burzum
But f*** off more
Eros Ramazzotti
After a good Ramazzotti, there’s nothing better than a nice box of Imodium. And if you love allergic rhinitis (from coke) at the service of the banalitaliota song, buy a random CD; you can only find them in the best trash bins of rest areas alongside other illustrious denials of good music. And if you're lucky, you might even find it half price. more
Dr. John
The worthy heir of Professor Longhair more
John Lennon
But stop talking about the pseudo-pacifist bullshit! It's the voice that matters when we talk about him! The voice and the music. He had one of the most beautiful voices of all time, and with the Beatles, he wrote songs of infinite musical depth. more
Marlene Kuntz
Someone said, "In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king." The musical squalor in which this poor country languishes is the humus from which these fake alternative bands (alternative to what, by the way?) spring forth, plagiarizing from Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, to name a few, managing to take root for 25 years. From community centers to the spotlight of Sanremo. Pathetic that anyone still believes it!!! more
Curve
galactic!!!!!! more
Cypress Hill
Damn, how many blunts have I smoked with my buddy while the cypress were breaking the car's bass... more
Slayer
Perhaps the group I have loved the most! It's unconditional love. Even a fart from Tom Araya would excite me! more
Indian Summer -Indian Summer
One Shot branded Neon with no response upon release. The fantastic voice of Bob Jackson, his keyboards in endless duets with the guitarist, a touch of Dark Sound in a melodic yet original mood. One of my desert island records. more
Nicole Scherzinger
Hot chick from "surprise sex" more
Burial
It remains my favorite in the genre for now. Untrue I have consumed. more
Mike Oldfield -Incantations
Perhaps Oldfield's most ambitious suite, inspired by the music of Native Americans with the rigor of minimalist Glass. The title comes from the magical formulas of spells, from which the repetition of the same motif is performed by various instruments in all possible keys, much like in nursery rhymes. With David Bedford leading the strings and choir, Maddy Prior singing a poem by Longfellow over the percussion of Jabula and the hypnotic vibraphone of Pierre Moerlen. more
Helmet
Meantime is one of the 10 most beautiful "heavy" albums of all time... more
Pholas Dactylus
Precious One of a Kind of the most elite Italian prog. Apocalyptic verses declaimed over a series of complex yet robust instrumental frameworks created by the great and underappreciated guitarist Lello Colledet. Notable especially is the final part of side B where, over a sinister and childlike vocal melody reminiscent of "Profondo Rosso," Paolo Carelli's over-the-top voice describes a desolate post-nuclear holocaust. more
Train
Their latest single has already pissed me off.. What a shitty band! more
Tom Waits -The Black Rider
Dark, mad, grotesque. Among its masterpieces, for me. Beautiful the play. more
Procol Harum -Something Magic
Not so Magic but certainly not so Tragic, this is because the acclaimed duo Brooker-Reid rarely disappoints in terms of songwriting. And so, despite the Yamaha GX-1 synthesizer instead of the Hammond being a bit hard to swallow, the following tracks are absolutely worth seeking out: the delicate waltz Skating On Thin Ice, worthy of "Grand Hotel"; the smoky Strangers in Space, a languid and rarefied blues; The Mark of the Claw, decent dark-hued rock from Grabham. For fans only, the orchestral recital The Worm and the Tree. more
Peter Hammill -A Black Box
Dropped by Charisma, Hammill self-produces (playing guitars, keyboards, and drum machines) one of his most compact and focused albums. The A-side features dry and essential tracks ("Fogwalking," with the horns of his trusted David Jackson, is among his masterpieces, while "The Spirit," "Losing Faith in Words," and "Golden Promises" are also excellent). On the B-side, masterfully crafted, shines his first solo suite: pure Hammillian distillate, handled with care! more
Traffic -The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys
With the ceaseless tabla of Rebop in the background of the mysterious “Hidden treasure” and the rural violin of the underrated Rich Grech on “Rainmaker,” the sound of the new Traffic prog gains more substance, just as Winwood's lyrics rise in depth in the hypnotic “The Low Spark…,” a disconsolate condemnation of the music business. The best review of the album for me was, if I'm not mistaken, from Rolling Stone: “relaxing and exciting at the same time.” more