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I don't even read it. It must be well written, but honestly, it was not missed at all.

terrible attitude-review for an album I can do without. My brother listened to it a lot, and I did by extension. It seemed like a pleasant pop album. Anyway, in '89 I was elsewhere (Sowing the Seeds by TFF + Tracy Chapman). In my opinion, the last/only decent album by Vasco was NESSUN PERICOLO PER TE.

I wanted to see it. I like movies with comic book heroes. But can someone tell me if it's in the style of "300"? Because if that's the case, I won't go even if I have to use cannon fire. By the way, I prefer the style of B. Singer.

Hey guys! Stay chill, I'm not gonna kill anyone. I believe in peace and in looove.

a very biased review. I don’t know the album, but it will likely not reach a 5 (and maybe not even a 4). If nothing else, it's because as a singer, he has 0 personality.

I gave the same chances to the hydroelectric power plant that I gave to Drake. I'm sorry, but Drake wins, Tenco wins, Dylan wins, let's say at this point Tiziano Ferro wins too, at least (on record) he knows how to sing. Good night.

Are we a bit nervous, damn it? I touched on your intimate side (of Karinzia?)... you're the one who first throws the stone (not from the overpass, mind you) and then says it was a paradox. A paradox, my ass. Always elevating the various and prolific musical sh*t while filling your mouth with the real Greats of music...

but what's the point of talking about this guy again? now I'm getting MAD! what does that angel Nick Drake have to do with this pathetic, privileged dude? aside from the fact that he's out of tune like a church bell and if he knows how to play the guitar... who am I? but above all, WHO was DRAKE? come on, "the despair of the 2000s" can't exist, damn it: we have everything! he also has a sea of consumer trash coming out of his ass... it's anachronistic. Dylan had Vietnam, Drake was a poet, but this guy is just like you and me, a child of Maria De Filippi and "Non è la Rai." I keep downloading this album, listening to it, and deleting it. it gives me murderous impulses. I hope I never run into him AH I've vented! goodbye

disk of 3. nothing more. nothing beats their trilogy from the '80s.

December 4, 1993. Milan (Palatrussardi, if I remember correctly) I was there!