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The beginning of the end. Pinuccio died in 1981, that is when he started thinking about what to say instead of just saying it. Until 1981, there was no competition: he took everyone down. Obviously, when he became mediocre, like everyone else he received general consideration, but up until 1981... ah, what a Pinuccio. The first four years are for Neapolitans alone, marked by so many symbolic references and significants... let the rest be divided among them, it’s just a tip.

it wasn't a critique. just a bit of irony and self-irony :) cheers!

of course I want to be among the dogs that see them. let's do Maltese :) they only had Vol.1 and Vol.2 on vinyl and at that mythical price of 15 euros, which wouldn't be much in a store, but at a concert it is... at least for my finances. then they had everything on CD, but not a single 7" vinyl, not even one. I wanted to get the one with the first two tracks from Vol.2, but no luck. and as for t-shirts, they had one that I stared at for fifteen minutes and couldn't figure out what was printed on it, and a really tacky one with the cover of Vol.2... I'm too vintage for well-made merchandise :)

but what stoners... these four, if they do it, they do it with ginger. the drummer is a drum machine, I don’t know how he manages not to fall asleep while playing. the bassist is a cross between Himmler and one of the evangelist gang, and last night someone yelled at him, "can I play dangerous and dragon with you?". the keyboardist, on the other hand, looks like the father of the protagonist in The Commitments, the grumpy guy with Elvis. anyway, unlike the first time, which was inside a festival where everyone hammered them, last night it was their way. small place, few people, long waits. they were great. just on their own, they’re worth it. anyway, this album is a three. it carries with it what, in my opinion, is their flaw: in the long songs they do it, in the short ones they can’t manage. like Fallin' is a total hit, even Contact from Vol.2 (which is a cover, but has nothing to do with the original). it’s the short tracks that screw them up, and indeed between one of their songs and the cover of Vampire Blues there is an abyss and even live. live, Vampire Blues increases the distances even more. anyway, my goal from today is to have the guitarist's beard to hide canaries in it. what a man!

between quoting Céline and any random user from Debaser, in the Bratnes way, there's Rocco Siffredi in between. you can get it too... even.

As far as I'm concerned, Pertini can do a somersault if he wants. Oh, Bratnes, come on, don't stop: give us your life advice and then we'll compile them, title them "Manual of the Ungrammatical Quoter", it will become a book and we'll have it reviewed by Punisher. Life is beautiful!

I just wanted to say that Nes is so wise that Grandpa Pertini could outsmart him with his left hand.

I hadn’t seen the beautiful review there. I don’t like the album: boring as hell, ultra-repetitive... I won’t rate it like that. A straight fail.

Hey there, panicuzz, nice discobolo. Upon first listen, it’s not like I jumped out of my seat, especially since it’s not the season for such dark stuff, but they have their reasons. The Daitro, compared to these guys, are more of the "gay pogo" kind, that’s all :) And they’re not made by dogs. "Prodoti," maybe yes, but not produced. It’s just that back in the day, there was more interesting drugs going around. The Gerda are awesome, anyway. Haloa.

Daitro... which Daistro seems like the Distro of a bad smell.