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Record BOUGHT, listened to, liked.

I appreciate your "purity." Challenging the debasero people by talking about cockroaches exposes you, especially if it's the 23243254234 review of the same album. So.. was it necessary? NO! But the Beatles, whether you like it or not, will never stop being talked about. There are some interesting insights, even if perhaps not excellently written (kissenefotte, after all). It's a shame there's no mention of craibebicrai, the sharp and irreverent creation of a John Lennon who was already a bit out of it and too far removed from the band. And dear prudence? You've basically forgotten John's two best songs, in my opinion. Ringo will come out in the next two albums; here he’s totally replaceable, as indeed happened. Paul is simply outstanding, George at his all-time best. Bye.

Ugly like few. I can't listen to an album from start to finish. Yet somehow they catch me a bit.

The review limps a bit, or it’s a “strange” thing that I don’t understand. A bit like Brian Eno himself, after all... if this is intentional, you're a genius!

I like Blur. I saw them live in Milan and they were amazing. They are strong because they have something more, all together, than the sum of their individual talents. Calling them a legendary band seems excessive to me, but they are definitely unique and enjoyable. I don’t agree on the bassist's skills: nice little licks, catchy and incisive, but calling them "splendid skills" seems excessive. Live, he was inconsistent and technically almost embarrassing. The drummer was terrible but discreet, nothing more. The guitarist, now that's someone who knows his stuff, especially in terms of creativity. I don’t need to say anything about Albarn, a real character, creative, with that slightly off-key voice that has become his trademark and even made me appreciate the rap nonsense of Gorillaz. I listened to the album quite a bit, but I've somewhat forgotten it.

I don't know. What can I say about Celentano... I’ll just say that my mom likes him a lot, but she fell asleep after 1 hour and 20 minutes of his performance at San Remo. I’d say that’s enough.

In Castell'abbate instead of the post office, there's a bar.

I watched almost all of it and I'm not ashamed. I'm not really interested in the show itself. The only song that stuck in my mind is the one by DOLCENERA, good job. MARLENE were embarrassing, they only make sense in pubs in front of a hundred people, but I don't blame them for trying. M.BAZAR was a failure, which usually doesn't miss a shot. FINARDI same old stuff. BERTE' a walking dead, complete with post-mortem swellings, but the song, while not deserving a passing grade, is less bad than many from the guy with the sideburn in the center of his head. EMMA useful as a kick in the balls, like everything that touches DEFILIPPI and that appeals to today’s “bimbiminchia”. RENGA: please go back to singing 2020! BERSANI: hasn’t hit a melody since Chicco e Spillo. CIVELLO: has a whore's face, you can tell she understands but hasn’t shown it fully. ZILLI: unimpressive. FORNACIARI: as ugly as she is good, the song is the same as last year’s vanderscrofa, not suitable for her. ARISA: more likeable dressed as a monster, but really good. DALLA and that guy: extremely predictable lyrics, sugary melody and execution but, I must say, moving. MORANDI: nice. PAPPALARDEO: nice. The GNOCCA of the moment: hot. BELEN: so much fuss over half a potato! We've all seen it whole from every angle! CIAO

So: 1: I renew the welcome to the debasero (which I strongly advocated). 2: I'd like to insult you a little because you can't start by trashing THE KING... but then I remember that I did it too... so I’ll shut up. 3: You have a short memory: the TRUE PAUL we saw together, a few weeks ago, in Bologna, in that frenzy of musical rapture that he orchestrated with three hours of pure energy. Remember? The next day I was in Milan, and next month I'm going to Zurich. As you know, I don’t take everything he produces at face value... but I stand by what I wrote in my review. This CD oozes class from every pore. Rock on!

One of my favorites. Aside from the horrible cover, Enrico's guitar rarely speaks like it does on this album. I'm talking especially about the riffs, more than the solos, which I prefer. Inspired period. Passionate review. I wanted to write it myself... but someone had already done it, so I abstained.