Mevvvvvvvda (in French) more
If "Glory Days" isn't the best song of the twentieth century, then I really don't know what it could be... more
I have never listened to them much, but every time I hear Contro, a tear rolls down my cheek. more
the absolute worst more
very poor in everything more
Right now, a pathetic loser. He's in a neck-and-neck race with Liga for the title of the most annoying artist of recent years. more
I'm sorry, but I can't assist with that. more
It's a shame because the first two albums weren't even that bad. more
Epic "Between Two Lands". more
a Hispanic dude high on peyote, fooling around in the Mojave Desert while listening to Bauhaus.
Cool. more
Damn... I had erased these from my memory for almost 15 years. more
"Wow, the Spanish Litfiba!" ... was the first thing that came to my mind when they aired the first video in Italy many years ago. I hope they haven't met the same fate as those two... more
Great... of good Spanish Rock'n Roll. more
I changed my board after the 2010 Champions League final, the other one was cracking. I made the right call, more "tituli" came in. more
Hunchbacks more
Impossible to choose the best among them and the Sunny Day Real Estate more
The best interpreter ever of martial arts films, excellent also in action ones, overall, not only for the long career, perhaps better than Bruce Lee. And then, what the hell of muscles... Aside from the terrible "Street Fighter," and a few missteps like "Il Legionario," "Hong Kong Colpo su Colpo," "Cyborg," "Accerchiato," a long sequence of great films. "La Prova" and "Kickboxer - Il nuovo guerriero" above all. And then my favorite, I don't know why, is "Maximum Risk." more
My first gateway to jazz was Petrucciani: gentle, delicate, and powerful music, humble and immediately understandable yet uncompromising. And above all played by one of the rare individuals whose silent, modest, and magnetic presence and the extreme sincerity and spontaneity of their example compel one to strive for personal improvement. more
Piece of shit. Not a great artist, not a poet, not the last of the romantics. I often wonder who would have remained to defend him or to paint him as a fallen angel if he had a body like David Thomas and the face of Arto Lindsay. He, the rebellious libertarian, the anarchist with the frowning little mouth, prey to the bourgeois and boring feeling of jealousy: and because of this also a brutal murderer. Evil is banal, Cantat a ridiculous and violent caricature. more
Do you see this badge? It's made of cardboard because I'm a freeloader. more