...skanlebaje! more
DEMENT TRIUMPHS more
Of old lions that still have the strength to roar. more
saying WE WILL DO THE MESSINA BRIDGE and GOOD LUCK TRUMP has alienated quite a few new voters, including myself... I’ve also discovered the dealings he has with that bully Boschi, what a beast, it doesn’t surprise me to see who was collaborating with him to reform the reformable and realize the Unachievable in about 30 months: from those of Squinzy to the Ministers Berlusquinzie, from the PSI to Cisl-uil to Casini-friends, from Bertinotti to Luca Lotti, from EATLY to ALA to the choice of Chiavica... Balance? fairly Negative. more
Rock by name, and (just a little) by nature. more
When "over acting" is not a flaw. A madman who has thrown himself entirely into exaggerating the emotional depth of the characters he portrays. A terrorist, a sociopathic and drug-addicted agent, a vampire, a pimp with dreadlocks, a composer, a lawyer… Anyone and no one: a spirit that hovers over the film and steals your gaze as if it were the best of thieves. more
Immor(t)al! more
Masterpiece album. Phil Collins worthy of an Oscar. more
Good job more
Live was truly excellent, the band in top form. The setlist focused on the first three albums. 1974 was their best year. The version of Liar is mind-blowing. Perfect dynamics among the four. Unlike others, like Led Zeppelin or Deep Purple, Queen preferred not to improvise too much live, focusing more on a solid sound cohesion and remarkable impact. Different approaches; personally, I appreciate both philosophies, depending on the situation. Anyway, if this album had been released in the seventies, it would be remembered today as one of the great live albums of the era. more
Daevid Allen, after a brief stint with the Soft Machine, founded Gong in 1970 and I was struck by their sound. more
The eyes of someone who has seen it all, the damn expression of those who made it even against the devil. Maximum respect. more
if he were called John, no one would care about him, useless more
The Italian soul voice more
The contemporary age begins when Robert Fripp moves to 93 Brondesbury Road with his brothers Giles. more
The perfect combination of symphony, elegance, and energy. Simply wonderful. more
SAINT NOW! more
"Chasing cards" and "you're all i have" are the only tracks that come to mind.
Stuff from Virgin radio, pretty bland singles, repetitive, monotonous, predictable, boring, pretentious, useless, redundant. more
The trashiest writer in history, the absolute nothingness, the emblem of mediocrity, faker, banal, and glossy than Den Harrow. And in parentheses: his appearance on Chiambretti with the “actresses” of “Amore 14” is the lowest moment ever seen on TV after the historic and pathetic quarrel between that jerk Pappalardo and that other jerk Zechila. But his cleverness was too high not to give him at least one extra point. As for the rest, I hope some form of leprosy gets him out of our way once and for all. more