Mark Knopfler
Class is not water (H₂O).🎸🎸🎸🎸🎸 more
Alan Sorrenti
Then you shouldn't curse, God... this guy here made a masterpiece like Aria and excellent albums like Vecchio Censiere and Alan Sorrenti, after Figli delle stelle and that ridiculous crew... BUT HOLY CHRIST, DID A TILE FALL ON HIS HEAD!? REALLY, I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE HELL HE ENDED UP IN MUSICAL OBLIVION, REALLY... I DON'T KNOW. more
Prozac+
The standard-bearers of Italian punk more
Claudio Baglioni -Strada Facendo
The first album of Baglioni's maturity is quite different from the previous ones; Claudio finally renews himself and manages to break free from his typical tear-jerking songs (with which, unfortunately, he is still remembered today). "Notti," "Ragazze dell’est," and "Fotografie" are the most successful pieces. more
Enzo Carella -Se Non Cantassi Sarei Nessuno
I won’t go on too long since I’m currently writing a review about it. An excellently and uniquely constructed concept album, it forms the best episode of the second part of Carella's discography. Tracks like Odissea, Cara al cuore, Capebomma, and Partire leave many younger colleagues in the dust. And then there’s My baby is back and La miseria, moving pieces if you’ve ever found yourself alone at sea like a modern-day Ulysses. more
Pino Scotto
A character on the verge of being embarrassing; if you took away the words "coglione" and "pezzo di merda" from his vocabulary, he would be mute. He pretends to be a great music expert, and his only comments on artists are "a great one" or "a piece of shit." He mocks mainstream music and then goes to perform with J-Ax, and anyone who points this out gets, of course, some well-deserved insults sprinkled with "you don’t know Ax, he’s great!" In short: a coglione. more
Rinnegato
RENOUNCED, YOU'RE A RENOUNCED! WE DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE more
pino daniele -il mio nome è pino daniele e vivo qui
Well, considering the unqualified crap that has characterized the other albums of recent past, this one isn't bad at all... a stretched 6 seems fair enough. more
Pino Daniele
monumentale from 1977 to 1984.
dignified from 1985 to 1987.
decent from 1988 to 1991, but it was already clear that something was changing.
then from that fiiiiica onwards, nothing. more
Rumatera
The country boys dead from pussy, the most famous in the world!! With their California punk rock and their lyrics almost only in Venetian, they break it all everywhere they go.
We're ignorant, but we also have our flaws. more
R. Rucker -Le formiche nel computer
The number 1 bestseller of the Cyberpunk Series (Fanucci Editore Phoenix). more
U2
Those santarelloni who, alas, make few or no mistakes, have a fantastic guitarist and an incredible frontman.
And perhaps this is the reason for my envy. more
Edoardo Bennato -I Buoni e i Cattivi
A true folk art, 11 mind-blowing tracks. I would start by mentioning the entire B-side, made up of 5 masterpiece tracks: In fila per tre, Uno buono, Tira campare (this one is truly wonderful), Arrivano i buoni, and the decisive Salviamo il salvabile. How can I not mention Bravi ragazzi, which, when listened to again during lockdown, makes you realize how relevant it can be, or even the invectives of La bandiera and Ma che bella città. Oh right, there’s also Un giorno credi, already present in the debut but brought back in a different context in this album. I buoni e i cattivi is a realistic, ironic, and bitter work of art, 5 full. more
Antonello Venditti -Dalla pelle al cuore
Purchased at the exit, listened to only yesterday after years and I must say that:
- Found 60% of it tedious, but it's not to be categorized as colossal crap.
- I found at least two tracks that are on par with the best Venditti, namely "Giuda" and "Tradimento e Perdono," two excellent gems.
Definitely better than the previous ones, I’d give it a (almost) 3 this time, it can even be gifted to 'ntunello. more
Edoardo Bennato -Se son rose fioriranno
all in all dignified. the best (or least worse) of the nineties more
Pino Daniele -Non Calpestare I Fiori Nel Deserto
"You know I like you in that tight skiiiirt/that plastic smile while you’re doing gymnaaaastics" FUCK YOU more
Pino Daniele -Mascalzone Latino
for Pinuccio the path is now set, but here it was still unknown. the next album still had a handful of good songs, then... more
Mike Oldfield -Tubular Bells
The very famous solo debut of Michele Campovecchio, actually back then Campogiovane, as he was a very young and talented musician just 19 years old when he conceived, composed, and recorded this ambitious first work, but already in the "scene" for several years, having grown under the protective wing of "such" Kevin Ayers, in whose band, at just 16-17 years, Michelino was already the lead guitarist. Just a small feat, really. The young prodigy of Ayers then decides to go solo at 19 with an album that is a single composition of about fifty minutes divided into two parts, where Michelino does everything by himself. But truly everything, or almost. In addition to the guitar (with which he really lets loose, even making it sound like a bagpipe in part II), he plays about fifteen instruments himself, doing it all in a display of multi-instrumental skill that even Stevie Wonder exclaimed “Eh la Madonna!” with Pozzetto's voice. Finally, he polishes it all off with exceptional studio editing. As for the content, what can I say, we all know it, it's beautiful. Of course, it's the most celebrated, discredited, and even exploited album of Campovecchio, also by him, given that he made the orchestral version, chapter II ("La Vendetta"), II-and-a-half, III, "Tubular Bells goes to town," "Tubular Bells of Arabia," "Tubular Bells against Maciste," and "Tubular Bells and the band of honest men." Enough already, Michè, come on. more
Enzo Carella -Ahoh yé nanà
Recently recovered. An album at decidedly high levels, perhaps the most daring one that doesn't offer the listener any reference points other than the songs. There's no hit single or ballad, just a mixture of genres and styles that requires a lot of time to appreciate. I would mention Oggi non è domani, a wonderful and at times brilliant piece, Lavorare no which is nothing more than a poetic rant of 3 minutes, and the concluding and unique La canzone su di me, the catchiest but not any less beautiful Banalità, the beautiful metaphors of Bagnino—there's really so much to digest. Perhaps too much. Between a 3 and a 4, but I would give it a 3 because a 4 belongs only to the previous one. more