Singer-songwriter freely inspired by the tale "La Patente" by L. Pirandello. more
-Generous touch of balls- more
The Eternal Fathers more
One of the best bands around, and fuck anyone who snubs them. They didn't just cover Nirvana... more
Until "January", authors of some of the most beautiful songs ever heard in Italy. After that, great songs scattered across too many long-winded CDs. more
Simply the best! more
A monument to carefree onanism: thank you for the beautiful moments spent together. If everyone had a face like yours, it would be a better world. more
Those who have managed to fool a generation of teenagers who have never known Nirvana, and have driven the other half of the generation who did notice, crazy. more
They created copyright for millions of rock bands to come. Since 1964 (around) they only do r'n'r, but we like: "Time Waits For No One", except for them. Keith Richards has a body more resistant than Kevlar, chapeau. more
Sardinian, Milan fan, addicted to Fausto'o, Donald Duck, lasagna maker, If in a hundred years DeBaser will only be left with a name, it won’t be his, but at least he tried. Go Arnold! more
Of mountain dwellers who, when they feel like it, grab their instruments... and break through... more
The True American Hero! more
Symphonic and majestic classicists more
Level 1 jinx with the tights of the World-Angry-Superhero. more
Better contraceptive listening. more
...those with the Tuscan accent turned off at the corner of their mouth always have that look of knowing everything. more
The one about "Lights at San Siro." more
Tom Verlaine with his out-of-tune guitar, but pretty pissed off, shaking hands with Piero Ciampi. More sober and a ladies' man. Anyway, well, we're there: a punk singer-songwriter band. more
"I am a bee out in the fields of winter, and though I memorized the slope of water. Oblivion carries me on his shoulder: beyond the suns I speak and circuits shiver, but though I shout the wisdom of the maps. I am a salmon in the ring shape river.." more
Epidermically lyrical, unconsciously light, you weave smoke rings poetry from the rubble, hurricane eye and oceanic thought. Indispensable surface, stupendous thought. more