Forty years of enviable and excellent career, adorned with a beautiful handful of masterpieces that greatly embellish the Italian songwriter repertoire. A true one, the minstrel of "human living." more
A delicate and powerful concentrate of emotions, from the irresistible blues of "campo minato" to the sweetness of "Un amore," to the revolutionary vein of "Fango" and the proletarian anger of "Davanti al nastro che corre." An album that goes straight to the heart. In the best tradition of singer-songwriter music. more
The greatest living composer is now delighting us with "O Generosa," the anthem of Serie A. Bow down before the second Mozart. more
"I lie on the green grass, calmly daydreaming about my past,
but age suddenly scatters what I believed, and I haven't been;
as you feel, everything flows smoothly in this world without worries,
in this glimpse taken sideways, of a correct unfolding of themes,
of my enthusiasms that lasted briefly, of many philosophizing chiasms,
of tragic stories born from play, too close or too far away..." more
Frampton Comes Alive! The cover is wrong, more
The most beautiful voice of his and my generation more
An excellent album, quite underrated. "Canzone per Silvia," "Farewell," and "Samantha" are the true highlights. 7.5. more
The story of Mute Records begins in '79 with a series of quirky '50s-'60s covers treated with a Casiotone, too beautiful to choose just one, and the few new tracks that Daniel Miller played for the Baby-Depeche to teach them how to do it. A toy-record for toy-boys. more
What can one expect from someone with legs wide apart on a spaceship? The album starts from the cover. And it ends (that is, continues…) where it began for people like the RHCP, who were more than happy to pay a huge tribute to Mr. George Clinton while on acid. more
Beatles? PFFF! Nonsense. The best pop group of all time is the Bats. more
Cultured and refined singer-songwriter, versatile multi-instrumentalist, excellent arranger open to the most diverse musical influences, as well as the author of many hits for numerous great Italian artists. Undoubtedly one of the most complete artists in Italian music, which is all light music but, as you see, we have to sing it. more
"A ghost of electric current screams in the bones of his face..." An absolute and essential masterpiece: 14 tracks more stunning than the last, arrangements that invite applause, a poetic and visionary vein absolutely unmatched for a truly spine-chilling listen. The peak of the album? It's a tie between the beautiful "Visions of Johanna," the classic "Just Like a Woman," and the majestic "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands." more
"But to avoid misunderstandings,
I’m not a polemicist by trade:
I just try to understand,
to understand how people live happily
without the vital force of a push,
to understand how people
live
without chasing after anything.
It’s true, I’m a bit anarchic and full of bitterness,
but in this world that’s too full
of brilliant analyses and numbness,
there must be a little room
for those who want to let it all hang out..." more
I may be cliché and perhaps excessive, but I love this band too much, which I consider among the best of all time, and not just in Metal! more
an experience to be lived by each one of us! more
No, I'm sorry, the old story of "If you don't like it, it's because you don't understand it" doesn't hold water. I, for example, believe I don't understand it at all, but that's precisely why I love his music so much. Brilliant, unconventional, completely out of his mind. In two words: "Absolutely Free". In four words: "Tengo na minchia tanta". more
Historical band of American Death metal, dedicated to the cause with consistency and great passion. Their style is instantly recognizable and has not changed much over the years; I've always framed them in a mix between Slayer, Sadus, and Morbid Angel. more
"Lightning, torpedo fuse,
sparkling beauty, phosphorus and fantasy,
steel molecules, piston, rage,
blitzkrieg and poetry." more
"Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves" more
great band, a bit overshadowed by the giants of the genre, but in the nineties they earned the title of the Dream Theater of Death Metal, not bad I'd say... more