Dislocation

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Jovanotti Ora
11 jul 16:53
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All good.
I won’t judge (and who am I...) the algoduodenal delirium of our brave @[JpLoyRow] because I don’t consider myself worthy of judgment, and even more so because I wasn’t mentioned...
The artist (???) mentioned in the title, however, still does not deserve mercy; his pettiness, his convoluted mediocrity, and even more so his composing of bawdy music adorned with foolish and generally, blameworthy multitasking, semantically desolate lyrics at best make him fit to ride feces tigers armed with a sword of vomit.
But, by one of those unwritten laws of Nature, even a mindless outcast like him has written ONE decent, almost beautiful song — but let’s not get carried away — that "Le tasche piene di sassi," which is contained in this irritating collection.
You see, sometimes.
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One: "Atmospheric"?
Two: Finally, a sentient human who doesn't say "Vinyl" but goes back to the classic, natural, and reassuring "LP".
Three: Dead right there. Uno: Due: Tre:
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Musical genre infamously bearing deadly boredom, quite more deadly than the points, those indeed, sharp of the unvanquished swords of the improbable protagonists of such heroics.
Such a clamor could be the cause, perhaps, of macromisdeeds like the misquotation in the feminine singular genitive of the first Latin declension instead of the corresponding nominative, to be used because of the description of Ostra bilingue, or even that interesting almost synesthetic dissonance that describes a clash of arms as 'acuminato'.
I wouldn't know what else to say, except for the eternal cry that echoes everywhere, from Pan di Zucchero to La Maddalena: "Ajò!"
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Great.
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For those who, like me, first absorbed the Roversian triad and then witnessed the triumphant crescendo from 1977 to 1984, there was never any way to recognize the Dalla cheerfully committed, knowingly a jerk, and lucidly enraged of that wonderful decade from the potbellied singer, lazy and sly, of improbable Carusi, Attentiallupo, and assorted nasty vulgarities to which Our Man subjected us in the following twenty years (while embedding some wonderful gems in those albums that are at best useless and irritating, see "Le Rondini" or "Latin Lover")...
Bravo, what the hell are you doing?
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Good job, kid!
Nothing to say, really nothing, good job, kid!
One could say that in a review like this it should have been done in the original language, that one.
Then it came to my mind that I did it myself, four years ago, so it doesn’t count... it was because of arrogance...
And so... Good job, kid!
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I generally trust Boyle... I saw 28 Days Later and also 28 Weeks Later... I'll watch it.
Ah, so a medieval Britannia is suggested? More so than the current one? And do we know what role the Gallagher brothers would have? I can quite see them in it.
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It was certainly the coming-of-age album, fresh and well played, even better produced, always following the style of Dallian productions of the time. Mauro Malavasi's production was very varied, technologically advanced, but tended to flatten the works of Dalla and Carboni, and not only theirs, into a single sound, following precise, infallible, and today, frankly, somewhat dated stylistic patterns...
What I liked about him was the ability and willingness not to combine his lyrics, never banal or silly, with music that was out of step with the times, choosing instead synths and technopop sounds, more Pet Shop Boys than De Gregori in the final form, if you catch my drift...
I prefer Forever and Persone Silenziose, a little more naive and edgy, but after this, our guy started editing pristine products, yes, very well polished, yes, but all the same, overlapping, in short.
What do you say about the nice cover album that was Fisico e Politico?
To Geipilourou, the usual hug.
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And, moreover, Levin, besides being the god of the stick bass, has a unique charm...
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Casio, Malaguti, synthpop.... And then Arianna, of course..
You forgot the thin black leather tie, on a white shirt and open biker jacket.
But I don’t know your age and I forgive you, not before giving you the proper penance... Three odes to the duo Tennant-Lowe, three praises to the Four from Basildon and to those other Four from Düsseldorf, three prayers to the Saints Precursors Giovanni Volpee and Gario NonUmano.
That said... What a beautiful review!
I would have just skipped the track-by-track... Oh well!!!