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MILES & Pes forever - boja faus, I couldn't even score a goal against my little ones - analog or digital stick... who knows... interisti losers, give up the cannavaro broom, you've already lost a title... DRUGHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Here you have the daily horror to pair with Videocracy (5 stars as a sign of supreme human resistance): "GDP falls below zero, the yield on government bonds", "I have never paid for sex, I the greatest statesman in the history of Italy." It's our 11th of September, on loop. Let’s hospitalize him or take him to Piazzale Loreto, you decide.

The pretentious progressives have been sent packing (I quote Panlio) by the music critics, who from 1977 to 1979 blessed punk and invented new wave. When everything turned into new wave (surely many DEbaser fans at the time weren’t even born), Genesis (just one name) and the whole gang were rehabilitated. Nowadays, it's a big melange of prog death MTV brutal jazz core and X Factor social center downtempo and friends... it's the market that creates the genres!
Hang in there, Panlio! 5 star rating also for Loco Live!

A piercing review, Sior Palmio has pinpointed the non-ideology of the Ramones: what are your (their) ideals? Eating bread and salami.
They still amuse me, a lot. Perhaps more than the DDT, they sniffed glue, practices I abhor with the license of never having tried them.

Staying within the musical realm, I would say let's heed Sir Caos's invitation (kudos for staying alert) and move on: we all know the guy who used to charm with motorcycles and the fun-fun-fun with a wave of nostalgia that ended up transubstantiating into the model of the politically correct young man, suitable for all seasons – besides being of multifaceted ingenuity but with NO COMMITMENT, a cyclist, writer, and opera librettist, there you go! He even learned to read sheet music NOW that he’s following his musician offspring.
I mention this just to define a possible paradigm of the leftist artist (meh) made in Italy, otherwise I could have cited Agnelli (not the lawyer Giuanin) “sailing on the weekend and on Monday at Leonka.”
The wise one said, "Maybe we were wrong, believing in everything and everyone except ourselves." It was 1980, wake up, almost 30 years have flown by!

Delving through Your 200 reviews, I could hastily define You as a mastermind of the dark, and I celebrate You with a repeated listening of Hell Is Invisible Heaven Is Here. What an album! About the baritonal dark crooner You reviewed, I must say: my warmest congratulations!

You kind Taxi piques my curiosity with this little disc right from the cover, more suited to Harmonia Mundi's art than to Gnu Ueiv. Moreover, I feel close to your sentiment where you confess in the reception of Still that you generously listened to the live album, which even the flexi of Komakino in its current state doesn't excite my hearing. Maybe I'll let KosmoGirl try it, and then I'll tell you.

He will come to terms with it, young Mr. 94. "you who have sung on stilts and on your knees
with pianos on your backs disguised as Pinocchio you who have sung for the Lombards and for the centralists for the Amazon and for the money in the palastilisti and from the Marist fathers."
Oh, did he think that the custodian of the musical-ideological poop was only Jovanotti?

THE FRAME DOESN'T FIT. Intriguing definition, what does it imply?

Yes, also "simple."