Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso -Darwin!
Second in a series of three consecutive excellent works by Banco; with "Darwin!" I have a small paradox: of the trilogy of their best albums, this is the one I like slightly less overall, but it also contains my absolute favorite song by BMS ("750.000 anni fa... l'amore"). Minutiae and trifles aside, we’re talking about a fabulous record, the most complex of their works, as I’ve always perceived it. Among other things, Banco, especially Vittorio Nocenzi, confirms his mastery in creating particularly unique and personal atmospheres and in building grand "musical images." They are probably the best at doing this in the Italian "prog" scene, and it's one of their great strengths. In "Darwin!" Vittorio Nocenzi, with his keyboards and synthesizers, unleashes himself in creating exciting and multifaceted sounds that make this album a vibrant microcosm of fabulous sonorities, all while not forgetting their sublime, dramatic sense of melody. Splendid. more
Grey Daze -The Phoenix
Fourth studio album from Chester Bennington's first band. The record features the remastering and reimagining of tracks from the first two albums "Wake Me" from 1994 and "...No Sun Today" from 1997. more
Skiantos
remember for some unworthy little songs suited for a 3-year-old, overrated out of fear more
Alessandro Alessandroni
Not just the whistle of Morricone that everyone knows, but a prolific author and composer. Library music and soundtracks, up to some of the smoothest funk ever recorded in Italy. more
Steve Hackett -Spectral Mornings
Third solo album, it is obviously one of his best works, the most successful after his debut among electric records. It's no longer the laboratory of diverse styles, genres, singers, and musical backgrounds that was valid but a bit confusing in "Please Don't Touch"; here Hackett puts together a well-defined band, featuring ONE singer, decent and underused, yet still maintains the eclecticism of his musical proposal and the desire to always try different things, from the journey in Japan of "Red Flowers..." to the darker and heavier "Clocks", through ironic moments like "Ballad of Decomposing Man" (which sings itself) or the surprising "Tigermoth" that constantly changes its face. When he then turns to classical guitar or his more melodic side (the delightful "The Virgin and the Gypsy" with the wonderful flute of his brother John and the melody of the chorus, which I adore), he hits me squarely. And then, well, at the beginning and end of the album, the two masterpieces that elevate this record to first-class work, two of his absolute best pieces: "Every Day" and the same, beautiful, "Spectral Mornings" because after all, Hackett, when he does "Hackett" with the electric guitar, always touches the heart, and it’s good to remember that the best singer in his albums has always been the one with six strings. more
Steve Hackett -Beyond the Shrouded Horizon
Beautiful album from Hackett's "late phase," listening to it again I liked it even more than during my first listens a few years ago. I even prefer it "a little bit" to "Out of the Tunnel's Mouth," which was already very nice, and I don't hesitate to say that it's one of my favorite "electric" albums of his, in his extensive discography. The new band is solid, and the inspiration is high. There are plenty of beautiful songs here; to be honest, there's not even one that doesn’t convince me. Hackett doesn't completely give up on some eclectic variables, like the rock-blues of "Catwalk" (rhythm section Chris Squire-Simon Phillips, a bomb) or the exotic double feature with Middle Eastern flavors of "Waking to Life" (lead vocals by Steve's sister-in-law, Amanda Lehmann, who also plays rhythm guitar and provides backing vocals throughout the album) and "Two Faces of Cairo," two great tracks. But it's a very measured eclecticism, not exaggerated. For the rest, he plays it safe, without shining in imagination (there's a melodic theme that recurs throughout almost the entire first half of the album) but with excellent melodic inspiration (that theme, for instance, is spine-tingling), and his guitar here is pure rage—like a deity, be it diddio-shubniggurath-horus or any divinity one might choose. The songs are all very beautiful; I'll pick two as examples, "Loch Lomond" and "A Place Called Freedom" (with more American ballad sound, just like "Looking for Fantasy," which is beautiful too), stunning. The interludes with classical guitar also fit perfectly. Oh, nothing, for me it’s a fantastic album. more
Steve Hackett -Out Of The Tunnel's Mouth
Steve closes the decade beautifully with an album that, as the title suggests, represents a return to serenity and the ability to compose music with a free and tranquil mind, after three difficult years during which his ex-wife Kim tried to take everything from him, even the spare strings for his guitars, because she had forgotten that her husband hadn’t played on "Invisible Touch" and wasn’t exactly making pounds flow from his orifices. Here, Hackett abandons the slightly exasperated eclecticism of some previous albums and finds "the permanent center of gravity," so to speak, in a more "dry" and compact album, more decisive in the musical direction to take. In doing so, Hackett manages to write songs that perfectly blend the electric soul with the acoustic-classical one (the perpetual alternation of acoustic and electric or the dichotomy of an introduction with a classical guitar leading to an electric change is present in almost all tracks) with a fluidity and naturalness I hadn’t felt from him... Who knows, maybe even since Spectral Mornings. "Sleepers" is, hands down, the peak of the album, a little masterpiece where Hackett's electric guitar starts to stutter again (remember "Ripples"? There you go), but all the tracks shine, with just a couple being slightly less convincing but still pleasant. Beautiful, beautiful. more
Mike Rutherford -Smallcreep's Day
There's too little discussion about this album when talking about "Genesis and surroundings" and the solo debuts of the various band members. "Smallcreep's Day" by Pluto is often forgotten, and it's a shame because it is a very beautiful album, featuring a remarkable suite (unfortunately divided into separate songs from the CD editions onwards, but it must be said that those concept songs actually work well on their own) and pieces with memorable writing, inspired in both lyrics and melodies. With his lifelong friend, Ant of course, who plays all the keyboards creating enveloping and rich atmospheres, and an excellent band (there's also another Phillips, Simon, on drums), Rutherford puts together a truly remarkable album that is perfectly integrated into the contemporary path, also Genesis-like, of refreshing/remodernizing and perhaps lightening, but with great refinement, the style (here the twelve-string duets with Ant are not revived, here Ant focuses on various keyboards while Pluto especially plays bass and electric guitar); it's a pity that such an album will remain a unique case in his career and that Pluto Mike will follow the same downward path into the mire as he did with Genesis. But this album is very beautiful. more
Black Sabbath -Vol. 4
Okay, it’s true, if we want to nitpick about the first five Sabbath albums, this is the one I appreciate slightly less, due to both a somewhat lower overall quality of the tracks compared to the previous three (but just a little, a little that feels like "who cares") and my unconditional love for "Sabbath Bloody Sabbath"; as I said, I’m nitpicking, and if I keep saying that their first five albums should be taken as a whole, each one cooler than the last, there must be a reason. It’s not, as I’ve sometimes heard, an album that changes direction from the previous ones; there’s at most a pinch more variety but nothing significant, in the end, it’s the same kind of variety that you also find in "Paranoid" and "Master". Here, there’s "Changes", beautifully stepping away from the proto-doomic and pachydermic riffs, and there’s also "Laguna Sunrise", but in the previous albums, there were "Planet Caravan" or "Solitude," so there isn’t too much change in the script (in short, if there’s an album with a more pronounced shift, then it’s the next one, not this one). The opening and closing tracks ("Wheels of Confusion" and "Under the Sun") are masterpieces, and there’s plenty of other meaty content in between. A heavyweight album. more
These Days
beautiful words, but I don't love Nico. (my taste) more
Maneskin
They are truly empty, fake, and ridiculous. more
Rid of Me
Athena

Athena: Rid of Me Traccia 01 in Rid of Me Album - 5 april 1993

No, come on. more
PJ Harvey
Stunning stunning stunning. If I were a lesbian, she would be my dream woman. more
Banco del Mutuo Soccorso -Banco del Mutuo Soccorso
First of three exceptional albums, due to a typical matter of "imprinting," this is probably my favorite from Banco, even though all three titles are clearly on the same level; however, this one has those particular atmospheres that have stayed with me a little more. Then, well, there's the voice of Franciccio Di Giacomo, the sublime melodic sense of the Nocenzi brothers, that taste for melody which is completely Mediterranean, entirely Italian, and that type of melody that is deeply local, which, while respecting the indisputable influence of British models, gives Banco a solid personal identity, which is excellent. Banco's melodies are extraordinarily smooth, catchy, pleasant, and also profoundly deep, dramatic, like those moments of Gianni at the piano… In short, these wonderful compatriots of mine are truly a powerhouse. more
Coma_cose
The updated and married CCCP. more
Disturbed -The Sound Of Silence
Remake of the historic piece by Simon & Garfunkel, their first success included in the first album Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. from 1964. more
Frank Zappa
I'm sorry, but I can't access external links. However, if you provide the text you'd like translated, I would be happy to help! more
Coma_cose
Two brain-injured individuals to be locked away. She’s good for blowjobs with a blowjob voice. The worst of today's times where music and talent don’t matter. more