Dj Fonzie Ciaco, in the summer of 2012, released his first solo single with Net’s Work Records titled: Dj Fonzie Ciaco – Heaven is a place on Earth, a powerful cover of Belinda Carlisle's 80s song, which reached the top positions on the iTunes charts. The single, featuring remix versions by Holly & Mappa, and Venuti & Goaty, achieved first place on the special sales chart of the digital portal My Clubbing Store for two consecutive weeks, ahead of artists like Dj Antoine and Gabry Ponte, especially in France. Heaven Is A Place On Earth, a cover re-sung by Diana J, a singer who collaborated with Gigi D’Agostino in the 2000s, also reached top positions on the sales charts in Italy after being released as a CD single. more
One of the reasons for the current decline, from pop until today. Three beautiful songs, the rest is nothing. Ricchi e Poveri took from them. more
More Zombiritual for everyone! more
Great intro, but it's a shame that just 8 seconds in it starts with an impressive mess all centered around comparisons, seasoned with a chorus that clumsily echoes Ska-P and wraps up, along with Ax's unnecessary emphasis, the album in the most disgraceful way... more
Fusion song designed for the twenty-somethings of the "empty subsequent half-century," featuring a falsetto and vintage counter-choruses, nice for a picnic, and with an Epilogue that stands neither in heaven nor on earth. more
An episode largely contradicted by Aleotti himself in the past decade as a judge for three editions of La Voce [wasted, I add] in the text, already tiresome by the second listen in 2 hours and little is not. more
This is not even definable as music but rather a late-adolescent screech teetering between the most pathetic slow song of Zecchino d'oro and the lowest of Grignani & Di Cataldo [not Baglio]. more
Squalid pseudo-populist derivative of "Ecco Pippo," it ranks among the worst 5 compositions of the 0_first middle [started on 1-3-02 and finished on 9-7-06 note] alongside Chihuahua, La Gasolina, Dragostea din Tei, and Shut up [sic]. more
It's a lot, to say the least, a gathering of youth from the Old Texan of "The Simpsons": tons of idiocy, in summary. more
Never was a title more fitting for a piece where the recently commemorated immense Lucio da Poggio B would undoubtedly be turning in his grave. more
Curious stanzas and an acceptable accompaniment [yes] until it kicks off the pseudo-Offspring re-edition of "Come Mai," with a conclusion that can be described as "in a beautifully messed up Bertè style post-96." more
Once again, Gaetano is flitting about, mixed in with the Weezer. A chorus that leaves nothing behind, surrounded by role-filled rhetoric. more
Carboni and the Vasco of the manner fused with hip-hop. In short, a sort of preview of the worst Ax solo, where the final arpeggio of guitar and piano does not save La baracchetta at all. more
Ideas [and hints] here little or nothing.
A "manifesto disc" marking a clean break from the past by the Milanese duo [who had already "gone pop" 8 years earlier], good for farewell parties to the Arma-al CAR and with an internal booklet on the level of howler monkeys. more
Of sad atmospheres that are anything but commercial [perhaps dedicated to a hapless old friend?] & certainly the most decent of the CD, if only there weren't times when the voice, beats, and riffs aren't in the right sync. more
Inexplicably irreverent, a Punk Version of Gabibbo emerges here, brrr. more
A song with a vaguely Jannacciana imprint that around the 2nd minute turns into a horrible ska from a social center, thus a steaming pile of shit in the wild. more
Between fragments of Gaetano and contemporary pop, with its "involuntary post-grunge" vibe, it aims to rise to a more likeable track but gets lost in the monotony, and the ending is rather pointless. more
Piano bar music that transforms into oi!-skapunk, with inconsistent lyrics interspersed with burps (therefore, The mutation into Bowserioti?) more
It wants to be a diatribe against those who always do the same genre by singing-playing, but the result is just an assemblage of scraps from old bands without a real logical thread... more