on average more
More than a trio: a Clover. more
Mark Sandman and his partners have left us a true monument ("Good") and two masterpieces ("Cure The Pain" and "Yes"). They are undoubtedly the band that has surprised me the most in the last 30 years of rock music history and, without much doubt, one of the best of all time. more
The intro with "Ramble Tamble" immediately makes two things clear: The Creedence Clearwater Revival mean business; the maturity of this phenomenal group. It's a superlative album, just over 40 minutes of pure show. more
One of the best bands of all time, inimitable, without a shadow of a doubt. They always churned out masterpieces, one in particular will forever remain in history, Cosmo's Factory. more
Guitarist with some serious chops in one of the best bands of all time. Out of this world. more
An absolute masterpiece for Jefferson Airplane, who close with a bang an unrepeatable and absolute cycle of albums. "Hey Friedrich" remains the landmark of the record. more
"George Best" and "Bizzarro" are little-known and underrated works, bands that deserve more discussion. more
The greatest actor of all time. more
Well, I don’t understand all this criticism. He’s a great singer and a good bassist, even if he sometimes leans a bit too much towards his idol Sting. Whether or not you like the genre is another matter, but for me, there’s a lot worse out there, especially these days. more
I Can are the living proof that the Germans know how to play rock like gods. "Tago Mago" remains one of the highest peaks in the history of rock. more
The eternal obsession of hjhhjij, and it's about to become mine as well... I'm starting to worry... more
Probably the worst director ever more
A career of ups and downs, between not-so-serious films and typical US roles (the handsome war hero and the like), then as a director he really stepped up and delivered three kickass films, powerful, direct, that surprised everyone. Hats off. more
Simple, eternal friend of the misfits, of the homeless, a bit like a Guccini in a more melancholic and dramatic sauce, I saw him again in some interviews, toothless, with those four remaining hairs, in his woolen sweater, an average man a bit scruffy, here he is adorable for his simplicity. Intervista a Claudio Lolli.
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The legend of the botox mountain.
Gone from being the classic annoying and dreamy gondolier (with sometimes embarrassing looks, here Falcao doesn’t know whether to laugh or hold back immagine:baglioni-falcao.jpg) to a conglomerate of injections, skin creams, and the recurring themes that have torn our prostates apart.
Laxative like few, extremely effective. more
The sons of pigs, never acknowledged by grunge fans and fake rock-alternative girls who praise the usual AIC, kurt cobbbbbein & company and ignore these bands simply because they are made up of stinking pigs and sons of bitches.
Bah. more
Egotistical, boastful, and arrogant weirdo who, after a decent album with interesting proposals, achieved success in the mid-90s (thanks to the look of the time, long hair, stuff like "I'm a cowbbbboy, I'm a ruokkk emericano, I'm deilann") with the famous little single "destinazione paradiso," which honestly already made me feel queasy—worse than a VHS of the best plays of Criscito... well... And nothing... after "destination paradise" came a mountain of smelly black crap and cocaine, total disgust. more
Terry Lee Hale is Texan (and he feels it), but he lives in Europe in Marseille and recorded his album in Forlì with the production of Antonio Gramentieri and contributions from others in the Sacri Cuori circle. The album is a quality product, classy and arranged with style. The songs are obviously what we could define as classic made-in-USA ballads that have the desert or the landscapes of the frontier in the background. A 'genre' album in the strict sense, it doesn’t offer particular insights unless you are a big enthusiast or don’t particularly enjoy refined things. more
A return that, as far as I’m concerned, was much anticipated, given that I’ve been quite a fan of Richard Ashcroft since I was a kid. 'Keys To the World' was and is objectively a gem in the genre of British pop music, and in some way, Richard seems to be trying to pick up where he left off. But the songs on this album lack any special strength. The tracks that should be the more winking ones ('Out of My Body') just don’t work, and all that’s left are a handful of decent ballads, among which are 'They Don't Own Me', 'Hold On', the title track, and 'Black Lines'. Not much to give it a positive score, but if it can be any consolation, in this year 2016, others of the same 'genre' like Suede or the Coral have managed to do much worse. He can very well rise again in the next episode. more