Valeriorivoli

I thank vivis and Saputello because they hit the nail on the head regarding what I wanted to say: about alias midice, who is the nephew of Piero Scaruffi, you should be placed in a sealed sarcophagus and thrown 20 km underground: he’s the typical silly user who has posters glued to the wall, I mean GET OUT OF ADOLESCENT SYNDROME FOR A CHARACTER: if I write this review on Ziggy, it's because certain albums deflate over time, and when I listened to it, Ziggy was already out of historical context, in the early 80s, obsessing over a Bowie ’70s comeback is crazy; DON’T COME OUT OF THE JUKE BOX AND THE SUMMER DISCO, PLEASE, SONGS CANNOT BE DECONTEXUALIZED: it’s not that I want to act like a pseudo-intellectual—I can't stand Scaruffi, imagine that, he hates Bowie as much as he loves the gringo—fake working-class hero Bruce Springsteen, who has never worked a day in his life—and not just the best of glam for him are the NY Dolls... ON THIS REVIEW I WANTED to say that Ziggy Stardust for me is inferior to The Man Who Sold the World, maybe Aladdin Sane is MORE VARIED, in short, it’s an album that I know well and have experienced, something I’ve even played—I know what I had to endure to include Ziggy Stardust in the setlist with the rock&roll group at high school, because really, the rock of the '80s for my classmates was Zeppelin, Guns N' Roses, Van Halen, etc... they looked at me strangely for Bowie, I mean, he was accepted only by fine palates. And so I went around with my piton style to charm the dark girls, you get it? I mean, the phenomenon was intrinsic to fashion, it was metamusical, I caught quite a bit. And amarcord, what a satisfaction when a girl at a party told me, you’re as beautiful as the sun, you look like David Bowie! These are the things that matter...

This singer has an incredibly sexy voice, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh there are no more sexy hippie girls like before, today they’re all worn out like Pausini or tiny like Giorgia.

Dear friend sorciopeloso, the fact is that when you read the one about alive 2 by Kiss it will be equally brief: Slade were the less intellectual wing of glam, and this more or less affects the review, making it shorter. However, I say that the album is good, the boys are immediate, I like them, but they don't create that long wave of intellectuals and lyric interpreters that follow other big names in the glam genre...bye.

DEAR FRIENDS NEAR AND FAR: THE RECE HAS STARTED 2 TIMES BECAUSE DEBASER DIDN'T CONFIRM EVERYTHING TO ME, BUT HERE I AM NOT FORGIVEN FOR ANYTHING, there is an alien conspiracy against me... you have plotted with the amerikans to sell the land to the Greys.

The 5 minutes on TV, along with the Skiantos, are just phrases thrown out there but basically saying, look, I did the TOUR OF THE ROMAN PARISHES. I hope it’s clear that it’s nonsense, like, she doesn’t know who I am... with the review it's about addressing who shot zero and hasn’t read it all, and against whom, based only on emotional grounds, hasn’t responded song for song like I did, calling me an idiot: it’s a messed-up statement against those who barked at me, calling me a failed musician or whatever, just due to the intellectual dishonesty of those who tell them that the little toy they have at home in the nice library is a bit defective... and what do most of them respond? Mean comments from a sports bar, without a healthy exegesis of the sources. To stupid criticisms, I respond with silly phrases: after all, the pepperoni lovers, like those from Dark Side, U2, and Michael Jackson, their brains just tell them...
BYE BYE BOYS

HELLO, I AM VALERIO RIVOLI, A MESSAGE to my 13 readers: I sing, I dance, and I play music; I've even been on TV and had my 5 minutes of fame à la Warhol. I've made 2 amazing albums recorded under the musical supervision of SANDRO OLIVA, the Italian Zappa - look him up - so I’m not some last fool who loves SCARUFFI, an italo-wasp I can’t stand, as you'll see in my upcoming reviews of glam albums... I want to thank those who supported my reviews of 2 albums idolized by a massive crowd of idiots, the same ones who drool over U2—look where we ended up… yes, there was a bit of narcissism in my critiques, but that was the desired effect; I wanted to see the feedback, and I wasn’t wrong with all these carousel-riding slackers of certain BEATLES, I SAID CERTAIN BEATLES, and not their entire discography. Let them enjoy acting like fools just like their idols the Beach Boys, that’s well-known, and that’s how it went. And given the poor positive feedback I've received, I think a lot of people are still under these albums like sgtpeppe and will use them as theses in university—TRUE FREAKKANTONIIIIII!!!!!!!!