They are the One Direction of the '60s, a mediocre group, massively hyped by the press. Horrifying. more
Face down - ass up - That's the way I like to fuck...need anything else? Miamiiiiii more
For a listening experience in 2018, I’ll save the slower tracks, except for the first one which stays! So no Curami, VAliumTavor Serenase and the like. more
didgeridoo a go-go and mantra with thumping bass and little guitars... not the usual synthetic sound but almost more
My Genesis album from a desert island, I wouldn't cut a single note. Even the simplest track, 'Time Table', has impact, as well as beautiful musical moments (the tick to the "bell"), just like the other songs. Aside from the opening of Watcher, the continuation is superb: a driving melody supported by Collins' evocative and adrenaline-filled drumming; Get 'em is a brilliant theatrical performance, but the flute solo is the most poignant moment. Horizons, on the other hand, encapsulates Hackett's delicacy and good taste. more
Masterpiece! more
its peak! more
The first great album by Bowie from start to finish, although it still doesn't quite reach the heights of "Hunky Dory" and onwards. Some truly wonderful tracks and a band that was already very tight, although only partly made up of the Spiders from Mars that would come later. Essential work in the arrangements of the album and in the composition of the tracks by the great Mick Ronson and the producer and bassist Tony Visconti; Ronson's guitar in particular is, for me, the cherry on top of the first great Bowie, a sound that I personally love, recognizable after half a second, after half a note. A great album which would be followed by further advancements, and that’s saying something, isn’t it? more
"Only a hundred people bought the first Velvet Underground record, but each of those hundred today is either a music critic or a rock musician." Whoever came up with this sentence forgot to add "of crap" at the end. Mediocre stuff. more
from the Boss I want more!!! more
Someone that no mother would want her daughter to bring home as a prospective (future) son-in-law. more
Unmatched. She had it all: class, irony, charm, beauty, comedic timing... more
Some rather useless records from recent years do not erase the wonders of the '70s/'80s. Albums like "Io che non sono l'imperatore," "Burattino senza fili," "I buoni e i cattivi," and "La torre di Babele" were and remain among the jewels of Italian music. more
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The greatest and most important innovator that music has gifted us. How can you think of a fox-trot being a deaf German in the 19th century? You must be born him. How can you conceive of an opening like that of the Ninth Symphony? You must be born perverse and a bit of a jester, as well as filled with love. more
I would like to think of them as the eternal artists that we all want to emulate, even from a distance. I would like to recognize them as revolutionaries. The truth is that in thinking of them this way, I am merely influenced by the colorful praises sung by The Boss in his autobiography. And the truth is that they have always made me cringe. With a few exceptions. But excuse me, I Can Get No e Sympathy, what awful and musically poor pieces are those? That's it. more
Genius. But to the point of exhaustion. The right sound for those who have pushed themselves "down to the bottom" or for those who want to push themselves for an hour or two. Without losing the sounds that these bastards know how to hide from us distracted bastards. more
I love how they stretch space-time. Can you marry psychedelic rock to Southern dance halls? Apparently, you can. more
Nightmare before death more