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Clako/Sciusciola/Tamtam what are you? A lawyer? But buahahahahahahaaha.

The apostrophe '.

a quick listen, if anything.

"nice evening of May 2005"... too bad for the non-Milanisti that there was another one, not nice but truly orgasmic, in May 2007. And in any case, both represent unreachable dreams for all other fans in Italy, especially for those who won the last cup before man went to the Moon. And what the fuck.

@IL Paolo precisely, before the "Bbbrogesse" was on La7 and that gang of clowns wasn't infesting the studios of 7Gold. Anyway, I remember perfectly that until three or four years ago both Crudeli and Corno (the chief comedians) weren't there, funny how they appeared when the redhillbilly from Molise was kicked out of La7 and picked up by 7Gold, after the epic screw-up of the Calciopoli interceptions.

The show was actually enjoyable up until three or four years ago: back then, one could find seriousness, expertise, and calmness, with the pleasant addition of the ladies' thighs. Then it started to fill up with clowns directly from the infamous "Bbrocesso de Bischcarde" and took on the same "miata," consequently becoming unwatchable. The ladies' thighs remain.

...and strangely Clako posts a few minutes after Sciusciola: but look at those coincidences. One day it will be clear to me why people like Clako come to this site to be humiliated, fully aware that they will be properly mocked by dozens of users (as he himself anticipates in the opening of this review) both for what he reviews and especially for the pathetic obsession with creating self-congratulatory fakes without even having the most basic precautions to avoid being caught (at least don’t write recenZione in all your fakes, Clako-Sciusciola-Tam Tam, you’ve made some progress). And yes Clako-etc., you truly are a superior mind...

Clako, damn your dead ancestors.

@Gustavo, I don’t recall ever having expressed an opinion on this particular work, especially since it doesn't seem to have been reviewed in these parts. If I’ve done so already, I can only say whatever, I just don’t remember. Regarding my (alleged) repetitiveness, the matter is quite simple: I consider myself, after all, a naive person, an idealist: I delude myself every time that "Liga" might finally produce something that can at least justify a small part of the outrageous fame he enjoys, because let’s not forget that Ligabue is not a 'singer' like the others but an icon of youth culture in this country, what he says is "message," "depth," and all the usual things we already know. I delude myself… and yet, no, every time it’s the same disconcerting, almost unsettling, flatness we’ve seen before. Have you heard the latest single (don’t say no because the usual hammering has been going on for a while already)? Well, I don’t need to add anything else. I’m naive because every time I hope that the audience might finally come to their senses, even just once, and tell him to fuck off after yet another piece of junk, after yet another song identical to three thousand others; every time I hope to see somewhere "unexpected flop from Lucianone," and instead, no, there’s a predictably outrageous commercial success (not to mention the Mollichiana critical acclaim). That’s it, @Gustavo, the bewilderment (there's the right term) faced with such artistic poverty passed off as its exact opposite, and in front of such a subservience of a mass increasingly devoid (or deprived) of even the slightest glimmer of critical sense. I know these are discussions that have been had over and over, but they are always relevant since this clown continues to inflate his bank account at the expense of the true artists relegated to the shadows. When I stop deluding myself, I will stop commenting on Ligabue (and Vasco). Until then, you’ll have to put up with me.

Sorry @Genoo, it's just that I don't think I'll ever read a review of dARI, so I didn't get your quote (I assume it's a quote because I haven't read the review even now). Better this way, alarm averted.