Eneathedevil

But how, Antonio, first you flatter me and then you stab me in the back talking about bored ones and fools? Are you really that cruel? Enough, next time Caz and I won’t give you our attention, you’ll see how bored you'll feel all alone without any consideration, a victim of the complete indifference of your dearest and beloved friends. Farewell, insensitive man.

His the most beautiful interpretation of Brazil

Indeed, the early Kraftwerk are physiologically distant relatives of those so loved starting from Autobahn (which, by the way, is in more than one passage not dissimilar from their first productions): this is not to say that "Tone Float" and this album are worse works, but certainly they are a bit rougher, lacking that homogeneity that had caused such a stir in a MASTERPIECE like The Man Machine. Pure electronics (it’s true that there are flutes and guitars, but everything is simulated) without vocal accompaniment, devoid of orchestral sense and a taste for melody. But less "electro-pop," for that matter, than "The Model," just to say, so it’s not excluded that someone could fall in love with it; as far as I'm concerned, I prefer I give you my affection and I give you my timeeeee...

Jason how cool...

I also didn't mind Celentano in some films like "Lui è peggio di me" or "Asso," but for him, cinema is a natural consequence of his theatrical, bouncy style. On the other hand, with Ilona, the process is the opposite, and there's very little softness when she's involved.

Well done, Cicero. As you know, I always happily promote the revival of Italian singer-songwriter music, even though I've always appreciated Jannacci for his specific songs.

I miss the whole work, "Tonight, Tonight" was the piece that brought me closer to the zucconi: a bit treacherous, because this isn't the established genre of the Smashing, but in the end it's nice to discover how much else there has been in such an eclectic group.

The magnificent perpetuation of style that Italy has had and still has through the importation of Slavic beauties speaks volumes about the considerable success that such a record could achieve, especially considering that Mrs. Schicchi is currently being presented to us as the new fairy for children, and that certain rehabilitation from porn of people like Luce Caponegro automatically becomes a stage for immense emotion and cordiality for those who once blared without mercy and now simply promote ads for hot-lines without, however, engaging in it themselves. Schiccuccio gives us a hand, and after the well-known problems of prostitution exploitation, here he is, refreshed and active in the process of importing various Hungarians, Czechs, and Romanians, all thrown there on the sofa of DivaFutura to stumble through half a word of Italian. But eros is a social phenomenon, and as many believe, it must be preserved as such, and so everything is permissible, and long live (ahem, don’t misunderstand, you foolish ones) the tectonics of Blondie when she sings and plays on Corrado Fumagalli’s satellite channel: “Touch me, touch me, touch me if you want…” by Blondie-Blondie, just to not shy away from the art of doing something else. All aspiring to the role of a complete, cultured, and slutty porn actress, in the series “let’s revive the national Moana”: here, Ilona Staller has always done her thing; she has always ridden the wave and made herself be ridden, she has always shown her breasts, she has always been a porn actress tout court, even while singing about red muscles and horses, with a tardy and not very credible repentance due to a birth issue; to her, who always went for it without holding back, we pay tribute with a tripod that will shine in the years to come. Thank you, Ilona, whore to the core.

Ege, a comment like "You have to take it as it is" in this context makes me think a little.

No, Cazzetto, it's not like that: I'm fine with the tomarchionatura, but the Sicilian San Pellegrino is not...erri in your paradox. Okay, I'll behave, but you promise me you won't mock me anymore: I know you're reveling in your northern polenta, but you know well that I'm, by comparison, an African from hic sunt leones, so give the New Economy and the new version of Kinder Chocolate some time to reach me.