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I don't know the Laddio Bolocko, I've often listened to Don Caballero online, but I've never wanted to download anything (I remind you that my hard drive is full). The thing is, you don't read my posts well; I said that there are always exceptions, but they are always in the underbrush, and the names you mention are right in the thick of it. Or not? The fact is that once, if you wanted good music, you just had to look at the number one in the charts: Pink Floyd, Genesis, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Judas Priest, etc. (I know, there were others too, but now is not the time to make lists); now, if you want good music, you have to arm yourself with a shovel to dig out crap like Britney, Christina, Mika, Justin, and only 20 meters deeper do you start to find music that makes sense. Do you understand? The tables have turned; the deserving ones are submerged by an ocean, an endless ocean of crap, and on the radio, good luck hearing anything decent (where I work, I hear Irene Grandi for 8 straight hours, with Pausini once in a while, and when there's a vintage moment, they play Oasis...). You get it? And I had even written that I didn't want to generalize in a vomit-inducing way in the previous post...

Instrumentally speaking, the '90s really tightened the horizons quite a bit (as already mentioned, it’s all so standardized that...), I can understand that the philosophy of the lyrics has progressed, but from an instrumental standpoint, it’s pathetic (Grohl is the icon of this). It was the decade of the destruction of the musician's personal style, in favor of painstaking productions or falsely raw sounds (the guitar riffs of Nirvana, delicate like rose water, not even Le Vibrazioni...). Typical 90s elements: drums smashed like anvils (God forbid there’s a tom hit once in a while), guitar strumming that’s always very monotonous, singing full of breaths and moans (the singers, another sore point of the '90s...), bass that just sticks to the notes of the progression (G-C-Em-Am7 and so on), keyboards... huh? What keyboards? Naturally, I wouldn't want to generalize in an appalling way; there are indeed exceptions (and there will always be), but in the underground, and they never come to the forefront like they used to. This is my

Damn, I wanted to review this. Making a movie like this will cost 100 euros, but look at the outcome (let's just say the actors are a bit dazed at times, but I'll let it slide...)

But no, when we talk about good Italian music, to avoid going around in circles, we just categorize them as progressive and that's it. Even Le Orme, Antonius Rex, Jacula, Akatula, etc., are not strictly progressive, but they're placed there because their music is neither pop nor simple rock; it's more than that, more contaminated, more intense, meditative, and everything you want, characteristics that very often coincide with progressive. That being said, Area are not my favorites; PFM and Le Orme (personally, I would also include Antonius Rex, but I am aware that... eh) are on another planet (let's say Banco was also doing pretty well behind them...).

Even Bonzo on drums was very static, but do you understand the difference with Grohl?

The Area should be placed in the Italian prog section; otherwise, the only alternative would be to place them with bands like Homo Sapiens, Romans, etc. And then what nonsense! But Pippo, "Applausi" is older than "Epitaph"; how do we deal with that? And I thought Fripp was a genius...

You can easily replicate Dave Grohl's parts even with a toy keyboard when you hit the percussion section. In fact, if I were Curt Cobain, I would have kicked Grohl out and used a keyboard instead; better to divide into two than into three.

Enough now, though.

And then everyone criticizes Ringo, when John Lennon was in much worse shape guitar-wise.

The story of Bernard Purdie is nice, but it doesn't hold up (between this story and that of Paul McCartney's death...), how come a technical drummer like him lost all that technique on the Beatles’ records? Anyway, in the film Let it Be, you see Ringo and he plays, he plays like the Mersey Beat drummer he was, no more, no less. I much prefer his mistakes and inaccuracies (at least he tried) to the everlasting Tu-Pa-TuPaTuPa-Tu-Pa of Dave Grohl (I don’t even know why he held onto that tom and that floor tom, I think their heads are still pristine, without a scratch).