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
A prominent figure of grùngi-Italian in the glorious yet depressed Nineties. Strangely misunderstood: he could send you todos a Fareinculo. more
Amphetamine trio (in every sense) hard & heavy, led by the putrid, fucking but immortal cowboy of the rocky prairies, Lemmy Kilmister. more
The Professor of Singer-Songwriting. more
Respect and applause for Federico Fiumani. more
The man of the future. more
Blues, folk, garage, murder ballads, damnation & redemption in the toxic ink of King Ink. more
truly and absolutely stunningly beautiful. Sublime. more
.....imagine a fusion between Lynch's distorting hallucinations and Wenders' visionary dramatic poetry.... more
a group that, unfortunately for its sake, while professing explicitly anti-conservative ideas, has garnered support and listeners mainly from the middle and upper classes...zulù has written poems that will be appreciated by few... more
American hardcore grows up... and gives birth to the 90s. more
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The romantic pirates of the new wave. Too bad that flavor, so Mediterranean and gypsy, yet at the same time dark and existential, has been lost along the way. Pelù, Aiazzi, Renzulli, Maroccolo, De Palma, these were and they will never be again, rather they will only exist in memory. more
"I have so much cock.." more
music that speaks directly to our soul, and there’s nothing we can do about it. more
among the Neapolitan peaks more