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Luciano Ligabue Arrivederci mosto
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Ligabue is a high-level rocker, EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH maybe the best in the Italian scene. Embèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè and Vasco, where do you place him? EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH? Vasco Rossi is also definitely and undeniably great, EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH but Liga is more of a poet. He’s a modern-day Petrarch. He fills stadiums, writes songs that mark lives, with which to wipe your butt, generates emotions and counters nonsense, and even in this "Arrivederci Mostro," everything reappears in circles to paraphrase the good Giorgio Harrison, to whom Liga refers for his exquisite use of slide, high-class melodicism, senile meteorism, and ease in poetic writing with harmonious accents as used in the Italian language. Now that’s correct.
Brian Eno Here Come the Warm Jets
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He yesssssssssssssssssssssssss still had a lot of hair and many plans in mind.
Francesco Gabbani Volevamo solo essere felici
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Did you know that this little mustache is the secret son of the Righeira, conceived through assisted reproduction in the year of our Lord 1982 after the success of "vamos a la playa"? That mustache skid is very much in the futuristic 1920s style. It’s slimy, it’s disgusting!
Patty Pravo La cambio io la vita che...
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The character of the classy fatalona constructed around her is totally fabricated: she is a fiery, straightforward, vulgar ex-Venetian who has spent her life converting to Romanesco. Small, tough, ambitious, far from classy, including her surprising powerful alto voice. JUST BRAVO! An interpreter who has been annoying us since the days of beat, piper, and ice cream commercials, a true laboratory monster created by Crocetta and Bocconpagni, overrated with that lesboplastik voice. The umpteenth Italian nightmare—or succubus?—going straight into the recycle bin of the last century along with Mina, Baglioni, Zero, Pausini, and the singing company. Now she looks like a Sorian cat with all that botulin in her face and in her brain.
Patty Pravo Pigramente signora
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The character of the class "fatalona" built around her is completely artificial: she is a fiery, straightforward, a bit vulgar ex-Venetian who has spent a lifetime converted to Romanesco. Small, tough, ambitious, far from classy, including her surprising contralto voice, which is powerful nonetheless. GIUSTO BRAVO! An interpreter who has been annoying us since the days of beat and piper and the ice cream commercials, a true laboratory monster from Piper created by Crocetta and Bocnompagni, overrated with that lesboplastik voice. An all-Italian nightmare—or is it a succubus?—that goes into the recycle bin of the last century alongside Mina, Baglioni, Zero, Pausini, and their singer friends.
The Beatles Abbey Road
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Enough with this maccadebunking: Paul McCartney died in a car accident at 5 a.m. on Wednesday, November 9, 1966, this guy is William Stuart Campbell or William Sheppard or as mostly credited, Gerardo Manzoli, aka Gerry of Camaleonti: who else could compose such absurd hymns as "Mull of Kintyre"?
Lucio Battisti Images
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Lucio Battisti was the greatest Italian pop composer—and perhaps not just that—of the twentieth century. An absolute genius, no one like him. Period. The disco-rock period—from the drums... to a gloomy day, musically the best, even though "Emozioni" and "29 settembre" for the band are wonderful gems.
Gino Castaldo Beatles e Rolling Stones, apollinei e dionisiaci
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and what if it were exactly the opposite, since the Dionysian Beatles, overflowing with sound inventions, and the Apollonian Stones, mathematically precise like Watt's battery and always the same as themselves, to the point that after Brian Jones - their true sacrificed Dionysus - they are copies of copies of copies except for a few flashes of ingenuity with the singles of the '70s?
The Strokes The New Abnormal
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cute songs Fresh and good Casablancas is a cool guy... there's a bit of everything "Post Punk" "Hip Hop Rock, 80s retro-robotics. In the era of musical zapping, the introduction of mp3s, and the explosion of YouTube, what more could you want?
Gino Paoli, however, is out of context; you’re not at the beginning of the sixties with a little spider by the shore in Riccione, damn it.
Diego Naska Rebel
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P.S. does anyone know what happened to Osanna?