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Mr. Sympathy blew me away back then, at least 6 months of heavy rotation (maybe it was because I was working in a shitty place, but I was in tune with his mood). At the same time, I also liked Lingua Ferita by Lord Bean.

Well, come on. It’s a nice little record, but SxM, Fastidio (which you rightly mentioned), and Odio Pieno by Colle der Fomento are superior. Here, Neffa was already hinting at commerciality, and in hindsight, maybe he was right. Now he has established himself as an "artist" not confined to the sterile hip-hop/rap sector and is the only one from Sangue Misto who has made headlines after that experience. Gruff divides his time between Italy and Japan, continuing to make great stuff that too few people listen to, Deda has gone dark (after the interesting Moonbooty project, I've lost track of him). Then, in recent years, there have been some interesting releases in Italy, like the first two by Club Dogo, Microspasmi, and Medda as a solo artist, Stokka and Madbuddy, Ghemon, Guerra fra Poveri by Mr. Phil... stuff that's a step above 107 elements. Lately, I haven't kept up with the Italian scene... but every now and then something interesting catches my ear.

Anyway, it's an amazing album and there are three of us interested and commenting.

The friend is amazing. Seriously. I haven't listened to anything else for 4 days and I'm really into it. From Yonkers onwards, I could be considered one of those who would really give him a hard time if I ran into him on the street. The only downside: all this nonsense about how success sucks feels so déjà vu (do you remember Kurt?). The difference is that he killed himself over it, but this guy will never do that (I suspect he actually likes money and success, so he's not seriously depressed), which means he’ll have plenty of time to mess things up over the years.

"Lower than" has remained because I had written "not lower than"... and then I thought I had corrected it well. Sorry. :-)

A record similar to the previous one, I just couldn't get enough and I'm wearing this one out too. Machismo, profanities, gruesome images are just a pretext, a stylistic device. It turns everything into a crazy kaleidoscope.
In reality, Fibra proves to be deeply moralistic ("Is she your mother? But do you know that your daughter at sixteen is already a whore? And she walks around class with her stomach half-naked, in front of a professor who has the eyes of a barracuda..."). The reviewer seems to have stopped at the surface level, like many others, but Fabri saw this coming anyway ("Tell me what do you want from me / but don't you see people aren't coming / my message still isn't arriving..."). The statement may seem excessive, but Fabri Fibra is currently one of the few true artists in Italian hip hop - a genre that has been experiencing a nice revival in recent months, with some pretty good works. Fibra rocks. Keep it real.

I’ve had “Looks Like A Russian” for five minutes, and I must say that I like it. Not as cheerful as Josi says about this A Minor Revival, in fact... when I searched for Sodastream on the debaser engine, I almost expected to see his name as the author of the review. ;-)

Certo! Inviami pure il testo che vuoi tradurre.

I have it too and I've felt it a bunch of times... nice. Unfortunately recorded with volumes all over the place, so it’s often a real mess trying to understand what good old Jimmy Spi is saying, and his visionary, unconventional flow doesn’t help either. But maybe it’s better this way, it’s an album you have to earn, rhymes included… The beats are cool, really... the "mexican rebelde," as you call him, isn’t always there (and never gets old, it makes everything original). For me, the real limit of the album is the gangsta attitude that’s desperately sought after, which undermines the overall credibility. I quite like it.