supersoul

I give you a 1 because you know how to write well, but you write a ton of nonsense. The form alone isn't enough for a 5; you also need substance. I remember in elementary school, Michele Cadavero (later called Mortimer) wrote a really nice essay titled "Il mio papà" in perfectly correct Italian, but it was actually about Superman and his powers. He got a solid 2.

but what battlegods ...was it really necessary to search on the sites to convince oneself that he is really called Enrico Rosa? Just flip the album cover, maybe you'll see that Richard Ursillo is listed as Paul Richard.

Hardrock92 says that seeing them now is not like seeing them in the sixties... Dingo Virgin is certainly not Rick Wakeman who now performs with symphonic orchestras... Aellen was such a hippie in the sixties and is still the same in the two-thousands; it’s us who have some identity issues...

..donjunio...do you want to compare? There was Furay not Nash...

In my opinion, it's a good thing; under the influence of drugs, the reviews come out better.

hahahah the incomprehensible West Coast dream of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young...how right you are, brother!!! People like Chris D. had a vision of America from a real urban and rural perspective, and so in the eighties, they approached tradition not through the bland bourgeois dream of country like the Eagles or America, but through an experience tainted with mystery, violence, and rituality. He and others like JL Pierce were the junction between the old (the Morrison you rightly mention, well done!) and the new American punk nihilism. I believe that for us at the time, the new West Coast was this, the underground story of bands like the Flesheaters, Gun Club, Blasters, Cramps, X, and smaller acts like Rank and File, Jason and the Scorchers, the No Alternative of John "Genocide" Patterson.

By now in Italy, for the summer festivals, they always throw in the magic word jazz... putting two old rockers from the same school on stage in the same night (...) like Wakeman and Solomon Burke (another one who has little to do with jazz) is surely a result of the brilliant minds of Gervasoni and Rezonico, the eagles of Mendrisio :)))) P.S. traumacranico: Iggy that night on stage got hit by bottles because the day before he had clashed with a gang of bikers who came back for revenge, and not because he was boring the audience.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer? Yes? They don't fit in at all... In my opinion, you listened to another band, not Sensation's Fix, who were very close to the German space rock. It was essentially a project by Franco Falsini, with the other two, including Ursillo from Campo di Marte, collaborating. I don't know which is more beautiful, this or the subsequent Portable Madness, but when I listen to a delight like "Music Is Painting In The Air," where Falsini, with his guitar processed through a synth, sounds like an acid Pat Metheny, I swoon. The soundtrack is also special, always space rock, which years later only Falsini made (playing all the instruments himself) for the film "Cold Nose."

Yeah, he wasn't really cut out for these things with loud, rowdy boys, with all due respect he looks like a duck with adenoids.