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I quote Iside. After this album, he should have committed suicide with the Smac brilliantine. We could have spared ourselves, in addition to another 40 songs that are all the same and flat as tables, also the birth and tragic spread of the notion that "In Italy, rock is represented by Ligabue..."

And who gets heated 47, just imagine. Of course, if they listen to something a bit more serious and then get excited about this idiot... well, I don't know what to think, apart from the usual "media hammering that convinces you that four random crap about cynical and bastard life, by the way constantly repeated in 50 identical songs, is exciting music."

The first Ligabue, rough, genuine, maybe likable, and nothing more. He doesn't deserve more than two. Even back then, he had already shown all his musical limits, arrangements, melodies, and chords that are discount rock, lyrics banal and trite like Baudo at Sanremo. Yet there are still those who talk about him as a poet; he has a vocabulary of thirty fucking words and they call him a poet. Evidently, they are semi-illiterate like him. @47, and no wonder the little girls go into ecstasy at his concerts. It’s the "music" (notice the quotes) they’ve been listening to since before they sprouted hair on their pubes (now they're refined), hearing it live among hordes of their similarly excited kind always makes quite an impression. Even I would scream like a crazy queen if I went to see Pink F. or Led or Dire, in the midst of hundreds of thousands of fans. Emotionally speaking, a Live is always a Live, and it’s the ones who already love the performers on stage who go, not those who hate them. What kind of talk is this, excuse me?

The first album would have been nice if they hadn't worn us out with the singles. The usual hassle that prevents you from appreciating the little bit of good that today's overly commercial bands (one in a billion) manage to offer.

Another little group for ringtones. How to save a life is just like thousands of others. I wonder how you can listen to this stuff without your balls dropping into your socks. Next, please.

so many comments for what has rightly been defined a masterpiece multiple times. The two sequels are not bad either, though they do not reach the heights of the first one, especially the second, which loses much of the claustrophobic charm of the first in favor of a greater focus on hard-hitting action. A big video game where after you’ve killed dozens of little monsters, you face off against the end-level boss. However, I repeat, the second one is still a great movie.

@TheMUSICforMe, the criticism was aimed at Aja and also at you for somehow trying to justify it, if we want to call it criticism, that’s all. It’s true, as you say, we are nobody, we are just accounts, practically abstract entities, and what is said and written on the web takes on value accordingly, but it’s also true that if something is read ten, a hundred, a thousand times, one starts to ask themselves questions, at least once they think "is it really like that?", they feel it is appropriate to make that lump of jelly in their head work just this once and think about it a bit. That’s essentially what I did in my time, what you did thanks to your father. If someone reads online ten thousand times "Tochiotel or whoever else sucks because etc., etc., they are successful and sell because etc., etc." the spark of doubt has to ignite at least once in those young minds. The problem then should be broadened, as you rightly say: nobody teaches these kids, since they can’t do it themselves, not so much to listen to others’ opinions (because online we may all be accounts but we’re not all crazy visionaries), but at least to think with their own heads, to constantly question and doubt themselves, to inform themselves as much as possible instead of using the internet only for videos of their little whore friends, and thus here we have the evil of incapable and/or absent parents, of ineffective and delegitimized schools, of the predominance of the media, of kids left alone who find nothing better than to take refuge in the concrete packs of those trends that marketing jackals thrive on, and to take as gospel everything that is pushed to them by the above-mentioned media. If television acts as a mother, the computer as a father, and the peer group as school, these are the consequences.

@theMUSICforMe, at your age I was also listening to the tunes of Festivalbar (and little else), but I certainly didn't have the pretension to pass it off as the best of the best, nor did I try to fill my mouth with fancy words I didn't even know. It's the smugness of today's brats that is simply unbearable. At your age, we were much more humble and, above all, aware of our limits (and here's the generational war comment for you). When I listened to Festivalminchia, and my cousin who was ten years older than me said, "what crap are you listening to," blasting a couple of albums from some legendary artist I had never heard of on the radio, and telling me "this is music because of this and that," I would just nod and stay silent; I certainly wouldn't start talking about things or subjects I didn't know to defend my crap, in a "battle" that was lost from the get-go. If an older person came to tell me that most of what was played on the radio was garbage, and they even explained why, I could only respond, "you're right, it's sad but you're right," without trying ridiculous rationalizations. The arrogance of today's twelve-year-old kids is astonishing. If only they had that little bit of common sense to understand that so much pretentiousness built on nothing 9 times out of 10 leads to a colossal steaming pile of crap, that would already be something.

I agree with Primiballi; Consoli, based on what has been shown in the following years, could have limited herself to just this album (which, by the way, I only remember because my classmates had made it the incessant soundtrack of our romantic study afternoons, despite being 17 in '97). In particular, that exaggerated use of the Italian language, that idea of writing lyrics with the Devoto-Oli next to her just to give herself a tone of an intellectual and cultured author, made me laugh so much, almost more than her pathetic, completely voiceless live performances.

@aja59, feel free to listen to this crap but avoid spouting such nonsense. You are completely free to fill your ears with all the vomit you want, you are completely free to let marketing experts who create these puppets with the sole purpose of bleeding you dry call the shots, but for the love of God, don’t expect to come and teach anyone anything because you’re not capable of it and who knows if you ever will be: "music of a certain level, nice voice"... oh my God, what a brainwashing those little snot-noses today undergo, eating crap on command and pretending to be music experts... who told you that bullshit, the host of TRL?