Blackdog

Keeley Hazell would make even a gay Muslim hard.

Those where the fakes go, a bit stupid like the trout-to-cook, after I kicked them in the balls. Who is your ghostwriter, Pier Francesco Pingitore? My Nino Frassica: no contest, half-assed.

Two men at a crossroads (for different reasons) face off in a televised ring: a political/media short circuit in the wake of illustrious classics like "Network" or "All the President's Men." Everyone talks about it as the best Ron Howard ever, a nice comeback after that bullshit "The Da Vinci Code."

Bad thing impotence, eh trout? Shopping advice: (Advertising Information) "DISCOVERED THE OINTMENT THAT PROMOTES PENILE ERECTION! - Successfully tested by American researchers, it's also arrived in Italian pharmacies. The ointment can intervene in the treatment of conditions such as erectile dysfunction, but when applied topically to healthy users' genitals, it enhances sensory stimulation, aiding penile erections." Greetings. Do you want the number of a good urologist?

"Pretty Hate Machine" in October '89 was quite a little record, an unprecedented mediation between Killing Joke and DM's "Some Great Reward"/"Black Celebration" (or Tubeway Army of the great Gary Numan, of which Trentino was so fond). Basically, it sounded like Ministry but less flashy and more existentialist: objectively, there are great tracks ("Something I Can Never Have," "Terrible Lie," "Head Like A Hole," "Sin") and a production to savor from Costanzo (by Flood & Adrian Sherwood). The NIN discography of the '90s is incomparable, a bit like taking the track with a 500 Abarth versus a Jaguar XF-R with 510 hp (0-100 in 4.8 seconds, my goodness). To hell with the post-27, maybe it would be useful to recall Vucinic's goal in Roma-Genoa 3:0 (or that of Beastia, if you prefer). At least enjoy it sometimes, instead of shutting yourself uselessly in the bathroom with Sara Varone's sticky calendar.

An album featuring "Good Shepherd," "The Farm" (ah, Garcia on the pedal-steel...), "Eskimo Blue Day," Kaukonen's guitar whining in "Hey Fredrick" and "Wooden Ships" with Nicky Hopkins' insinuating piano will never be overrated. Even if, especially historically, I place "Surrealistic Pillow" just a tiny bit above. Grace Slick reigns.

Elisa Isoardi would make a dwarf riding the Desmosedici GP9 go wild, avenger... A beautiful tall girl, I understand why people are in the fan club. Away with the bombshell Clerici: basically, two large breasts that walk, eat, talk, and procreate with the Belgian-Congolese stallion Eddy. Delicious, strong salutes.

"Reality" is worse than the driller Quaresima, Gustavetto.

This one, "Never Let Me Down" and "Reality" unbeatable. "Loving The Alien" cute in its pointless pop context. Saludos The cover is by Warhol, at least let's save that.

A totem of mass listening at the shopping mall (or at the sadistic dentist). Favorite tracks: "Giorgia Porka," "Mantieni La Linea," & "Il Supplì I Love."