"Media gelatine with a smell of nothing, whipped up with compressed air, dressed by some little meatball who still sees tights, nudism, and mascara thick as 8 centimeters as symbols of transgression, presented as a revolution to a stupid and ignorant audience fattened up on trap and little church songs. They were probably assembled to be the 'heralds' (the pawns) of 'Italian rock,' but I imagine they'll quickly melt away, spawning solo careers stuffed with the usual bullshit features, much to the delight of the wannabe listeners blasting trash on their phones and the oldies who think they’re young, desperately seeking a bridge of dialogue with their bored and promiscuous teenage daughters. If your kids appreciate them, you've probably messed up somewhere; if your significant other appreciates them, you're probably doing something wrong.." quote..
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