Eric Clapton
Brush of notes more
Camel
Great progressive rock band from Canterbury, among my favorites along with Caravan. more
Story of the Year -Tear Me to Pieces
Sixth studio album, this time with SharpTone Records, for the St. Louis band led by Dan Marsala. more
Metallica
A band overrated to the nth degree. They are annoying and unbearable clowns.
Cliff Burton saves you from a minimum rating = 1/5 instead of 0/5. more
Calvin Russell
TO THOSE WHO HAVE SEEN A CALVIN CONCERT, IN WHAT YEAR AND WHERE? I SAW HIM IN VENETO AROUND VENICE-TREVISO IN '93 OR '94, HELP ME REMEMBER. more
Emerson, Lake & Powell
Reheated soup from the beautiful times that were. more
Dans le château
A little French tune, fitting perfectly, danceable music, and a melancholic and nostalgic accordion... more
Gianna
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rotodareius77: Gianna Traccia 04 in Gianna Album - 1978

Beautiful, very famous, even though it's not among my favorites by Rino. more
Stoccolma
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rotodareius77: Stoccolma Traccia 03 in Stoccolma Album - 1978

Exceptional. A limerick, a non-sense that just adds a single touch to the song and makes it very entertaining! more
Fabbricando case
A song not too necessary for the album, nice musically, with very funny lyrics but also serious from some points of view. more
Nuntereggae più
Music of a repetitive reggae, as the title of the song suggests, with very meaningful lyrics, a semi- denunciation of Italy during the years of lead, accusing Agnelli, Costanzo, Bongiorno, and many other showmen of the time. A song that is nothing less than magnificent! more
Bauhaus -This Is for When...
A live from cristiddio "This is For When..." Remastering and remix of the original recordings from November 9, 1981, has done an excellent job of refreshing the sounds (and so it’s clearly polished in the studio, but that’s typical of many live recordings, and who cares) and the band is highlighted, in an exceptional shape. In short, this live is a blast. Of course, "Mask," freshly released, is the most represented, offered almost in its entirety (8 out of 10 tracks, almost half of the live set, which has 17 tracks) and how beautifully they come across here, the already beautiful songs from The Mask, the live outfit gives them more energy, a newfound strength, both in those performed faithfully to the studio versions and in pieces where Bauhaus really give them a new garment (the live version of "The Man With the X-Ray Eyes" is stunning); then there are gems like the preview of the next album with a beautiful "Silent Hedges" and the cover of another guiding spirit of the band, John Cale, "Rosegarden Funeral of Sores" (otherwise found only in singles collections). And then phenomenal versions of "Dancing" (with Daniele Cenere having fun on the sax with much more freedom than in the studio) and "Stygmata Martyr" and so on. Exceptional live from a band full of imagination and in an exhilarating form. A masterpiece. more
Tangerine Dream
Fabulous, I have almost all the albums from one of my favorite bands. more
Gianluca Grignani
Cocaine mixed with plastic and snorted from nowhere.. more
Gorillaz
A redundant group like few others. Aside from the singles that made it onto the radio and MTV, the tracks on the rest of the album were more than questionable, and Albarn's mumbling (typical of most English singers from Brit-pop and indie bands of the '90s and 2000s, with rare exceptions) only made things worse. Over the years, they've gotten even worse. Just think that the lead track from the new album sounds incredibly similar to "SexyBack" by Timberlake (...and I've said it all). more
Pussy Galore -Groovy Hate Fuck (Feel Good About Your Body)
Recipe for Pussy Galore: take a hefty chunk of the rawest Garage Rock possible, preferably a bit rancid, cousin of the Cramps and nephew of the wildest garage bands of the '60s, mix it with its natural twin of Rolling Stones-style R'n'R, soak it with a good liter of Blues, but the Blues left to rot, darkened, that murky and shamanic cult brother of the Birthday Party's blues drift, and stuff it with a generous dose of everything that was the fury of Punk (and maybe even Hardcore-Punk) about ten years before. Alright, now blend it all; is the blender making noise? Great, because there's a need for plenty of "Noise" to cover the final result, along with a vocalist, Jon Spencer, who is a wild, shamanic voice, a beastly singer worthy of the Morrison-Iggy lineage, a younger brother of the Cave and Inner Light; of course, this is when the three guitars, divided between garage riffs and delirious noise clatter (Hagerty, Cafritz, and Spencer himself) don't almost completely drown out the furious performances. On drums, still John Hammill and not Bob Bert.
So, what does Pussy Galore sound like? The fiercest Garage, violent in sonic assault and dirty, that you can imagine. Or Garage/Noise/Blues/Punk/R'n'R to create the collage of terms. more
Pussy Galore -Live: In the Red
The true epitaph of Pussy Galore. An incendiary live recording from August 1989, a band that was already unraveling, Hagerty lost in drugs and Royal Trux, Cafritz already out of the group, Bert off doing his own thing, the Spencer-Martinez duo caught between Boss Hog and the last attempts to keep this band of crazies afloat. What emerges is a fabulous live performance, as dirty and raw as few, with the greatest jolts coming from the 4 tracks of Right Now! The garage-blues-noise that sets everything ablaze. more
Bauhaus -In The Flat Field
Masterpiece. For the captivating beauty of the songs contained within it and for the paths it has opened; "In the Flat Field" is undoubtedly the work in which they push their gothic-dark side the most, the one that identifies them as pillars of the "Dark-Wave" and more somber Post-Punk genre; yet their scenarios of gothic horror, their vampiric aesthetic (especially that of Murphy), the dramatic gloom of the sound, the desperate and furious tones of many tracks, are always, evidently, theatrical performances carefully constructed and never taking themselves too seriously, driven by a child of Glam-Rock like Peter Murphy, who takes the exaggerated aesthetics of Rock and Glam (sprinkled with VU, why not) and immerses it in gothic horror (thus = Gothic-Rock), with his unmissable theatricality and the shamanic power of his interpretations (one of the main shaman-performers of those years, one who in the "post-punk" scene was to Glam what Nick Cave or JLP were to Blues), also unleashing his most instinctive and animalistic side on some occasions. Tribal obsessions, modern paranoia, clanging irregular guitars, pulsating rhythms, shamanic sexual rites, ecstatic visions of blood ("Stygmata Martyr" is the ultimate example of their theatrical play of gothic post-punk), sudden outbursts, painful tones in the voice, guitars that squeal like rats... Or like bats. Epoch-making. more
Marco Travaglio
The biggest scoundrel, unreliable, know-it-all, arrogant, pretentious, and ridiculous figure of Italian 'journalism.' Since he became a 'progressive count,' peddling simplistic propaganda for his national hero in his piece of junk newspaper for years (giving a warm middle finger to all the idiots who believed in 'direct democracy' and 'neither right nor left' or in 'politics as civil service for a period of time' and all the nonsense fired off by Grillo), he's almost made me reevaluate Sallusti, who has never sunk to such levels of subservience. No consideration or respect for those who still pay to hear this guy's nonsense in theaters or buy his books. more
Bauhaus -Bela Lugosi's Dead - The Bela Session
A precious gem for those who adore Bauhaus like myself, an EP that finally brings together the first studio recording session of the band, dated January 26, 1979, and of course, from this came the legendary single that erupted onto the "post-punk" scene of the late '70s: "Bela Lugosi's Dead," which, even in an era of total experimentation in that "new rock and pop music," was something never heard before. The strong "dub" component serves as an exoskeleton, painted by Ash's irregular guitar strokes that certify their belonging to that sonic kaleidoscope of "post-punk/new wave," combined with the dark-gothic atmosphere marked by the essential, somber bass notes of David J, paying homage to the iconography of old black-and-white horror characters and figures, all with a singer who, as the cherry on top, has the theatricality of a glam rocker but all bent towards darkness. A sublime thing, a masterpiece; but with this EP, we also get the rest, the other gem of "post-ska-punk," "Harry" (first released only in 1982 as a b-side) but above all their more rock'n roll/glam side, their starting points. Without this record, we would have missed out on a bomb like "Bite My Lips," and what the hell, rock'n roll (vaguely post-punk) where Murphy the vampire unleashes his wildest glam-shamanic rock fervor. A masterpiece EP, just what we needed. more