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Go take a hike then.
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Really unbearable her. With that pseudo post-feminist intellectual bullshit air. Not to mention the horrible rock cabaret (a truly unlistenable genre) produced with Dresden Dolls. She gets on my nerves from the get-go. The review, however, is fine.
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Well... loving Baglioni and not being gay is criminal. Just kidding.
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The stamp was excellent but in service of banal, ugly, clichéd melodies and lyrics. Not that I know his entire production, but that's how his songs seemed to me. Then again, a voice can evoke emotions; I understand that, and his was a great voice beyond the trivialities and nonsense.
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Few. Paolo Conte, the first Battiato, Branduardi, Battisti, De Andrè. The first Subsonica you reviewed weren't horrible. Perhaps I'm forgetting someone. Then there's de gustibus. Ah ... I don't despise Carmen Consoli, but here I know I could be mocked.
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An untimely death, a relationship with Giorgia, a truly terrible musical production. A life marked by suffering.
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Instead, for stupid little groups like these, a best of makes sense. You put together the only decent/hummable things from their production of infinitesimal depth and you end up with a fairly decent disc. It’s the best of the cornerstone bands that I can’t comprehend instead. Zeppelin, for example, should be listened to in full (but it’s always useful for those approaching it for the first time). Telegraphed review, but in the end, what else is there to say about these guys?
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Wrong. I also liked Cars. And regarding the poetry, this is beautiful, but I would like to remind everyone of Monsters, Inc. The ending always touches me.
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I quote Alessio Iride and I would add ronf zzzz ....
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The usual verbose, soporific, and sterilely intellectualistic apology for nothing signed by il paolo. What a drag.