marpado

The U2 officially died with Pop. Since then, politics and MTV pop songs. I'm increasingly convinced that an artist, whether solo or in a band, should retire if they have nothing left to say, at least to avoid tarnishing their name and the good they accomplished during their golden years. Who knows how much longer we will have to endure this other money-making machine...

Oh God, Biagio, are you still there? Can you hear me? I hope it’s not too late? Just ignore all those know-it-all critics; they don’t know, they don’t understand... Rather, I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages, but when you sing, do you have some special device in your pants that squeezes your balls or what? I mean, you’re not trying to tell me that’s your natural voice... Biagio, Biagio, answer me! Biagio, I have a piece of this heart left, Biagioooo!!!!

The character Pelù has always gotten on my nerves, I admit it; his solo turn was, if there was any doubt, a utterly bland commercial operation, something that probably wouldn’t have brought in the same amount of money with Litfiba due to the group's total demise (in fact, we've seen the end they faced too). Because of this gut dislike (or maybe "a peli," is more correct), I don't hide my delight in witnessing his decline. Luckily, we seem to be getting rid of him, or at least that's how it seems (let’s hope and pray), at least of him, at least one among those many lymphomas that plague Italian music, the ones that we are forced to endure 20 times a day with their annoying summer hits because they need to sell, and brains have to be thoroughly washed; at least his latest singles aren’t smashing our gonads like they used to, he’s no longer mentioned on the radio, and that’s already something: after all, those three or four albums he’s crapped out since 2000, those same idiotic choruses, those lobotomized lyrics, those random words—play, fire, music, etc.—repeated obsessively in multiple songs, have turned every piece irritating, couldn't lead anywhere but to the end: commercial, I mean, (even the average Italian has a limit of endurance, thank God) because the artistic one was already lost in the mists of time...

Thank goodness for Nirvana, simply paradigmatic... even though I often wonder: would we all still be here idolizing them if Kurt hadn't shot himself in the mouth (assuming he really did take his own life)?

Ah yes, the vote...

I basically know Jovanotti from his singles, since I've never liked him and it never crossed my mind to buy/download anything of his. But sure, if the other songs are just as silly nursery rhymes like the hits we have to endure on the radio cyclically, well, then it would be about time he stopped wandering around like some kind of life coach guru and lowered his expectations. The long beard and the leftist intellectual vibe don’t mean a thing if he’s still writing the same crap from twenty years ago.

Well, this is a promo, not a review.

The Finley, the proof that there’s no end to the worst, embody the model of the average preppy little gay with all the gel and trendy outfits that 14-year-old girls today adore, and they actually support them. The review seems to have been written by my cousin who is in the 8th grade.

Nice review, it’s a shame it’s wasted on a Vasco album. He truly takes a big hit; just hearing his name is enough to make me break out in hives. Vasco post-'93 simply sucks, and this cover, even if well played and arranged as the reviewer says, is no exception.

But did they say Mondo Marcio is shit?