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I don't know what dogocrazia is, but it seems to me that the beats of the albums by Club Dogo are made only by Don Joe, and it's him who has changed style more than Fini & Ciccio. He uses horrible 80s keyboards and other melancholic samples that are suicidal, then adds autotuned choruses that completely ruin everything. Anyway, I wasn't extending the discussion to the whole group, I was only talking about that Magro who, when taken individually, can even outshine a lot of Americans.

You can forgive the catchphrases like "smash everything" or "sgrilla," what's wrong with scamming a little money from the kids? After all, Pequeno records at least 20 tracks a year, if not 35 (he's literally everywhere), throw out the ones for the kids and every two years you’ve heard 10 or 12 good tracks; that's the composition pace of the old school. I’ve always known that one for the money, two for the show or better yet "Uno per la Grana, Due per lo Show, Tre per il Funk che ti do"; you can't really say they’ve changed the order of the addends (because in Rap, it would change the outcome). The fat one is the son of ignoramuses and former Milan ultras, while Pequeno is the son of Marco Fini (check out what books he’s written and translated, he's not just some idiot), of course he has a whole other depth and knows how to exploit marketing. Don Joe, nothing against him, I prefer Deleterio & Dj Harsh but not because he's bad. Marracash is technically skilled but doesn't resonate with me, the others from the Dogo Gang are all standard, except for Aken 16K, who might have been good as a writer but as a rapper is truly irritating, and Cano-Caneda (also 16K) who has always been above average and always will be, as a Writer, BeatMaker, and Rapper. Certainly, as a Writer, he was something inhuman, for me the best in the history of Italian illegal aerosol art.

I don't know the Dogo well, but I know Pequeno well. For me, it's not that he's mimicking - he would have done that earlier, not later - but it's just that now in Italy (especially in the north) Rap is selling, so the "scene" is starting to have a lot in common with New York. They really have the money, they get interviewed on TV and in many newspapers because someone's actually interested in their opinion, he (Pequeno) really has a clothing line, he really has women, even Mistaman is dating a HOT GIRL, imagine if Pequeno doesn’t have women. He talks about their life, and their life now is rhinestones and sequins; what else should they talk about, the difficulties of the small square? They would be idiots if they had stuck to the Mi Fist style, instead just as they have changed, their themes change too, like from the Manual of Rap. I don’t listen to the Dogo, because I couldn’t care less about rhinestones and sequins, but from a purely technical standpoint, they're okay. I follow Pequeno in side projects, Kaos can outdo him on meaning, but he always uses the same tempo. Neffa could outdo him on flow, but he includes eight hundred meaningless words just to finish the rhyme. So I'd say he can easily spit on any Milanese product before him (considering Kaos "is musically from Bologna") without anyone saying a word. In fact, from the old to the new school, they are respected by all (I personally asked Kaos and Danno what they thought, not exactly the last two idiots; Kaos is often sampled in Pequeno's tracks).

I'll tell you one thing though: and the mustache? What's up, itchy?

Are you telling me that King is unaware that ellipses are THREE and ONLY THREE, so they use them randomly like the Bimbiminkia on Facebook? Are you also telling me that King doesn't know the grammatical rules that govern the use of capital letters? Or what are you trying to say to me?

hard-A-swallow. sXm is from 1993, November 1993 on Vinyl. In '94 they released the CD, February/March if I remember correctly << every self-respecting Italian B-Boy should get a copy >> Back then it was laughable on its face, rapping in English meant putting yourself on the same level as the Americans. Kaos seemed like he had just come out of a DeAgostini commercial for English for Everyone and I remember Sean ruining the subsequent records of Neffa & Gruff, I can only imagine what a beast he must have been here. I believe every Italian B-Boy wants to forget this sad chapter of mimicry. << a clearer idea of what it means to BE HIP-HOP. >> Oh my... bombs...

Alright for the mustache, but next time..... count the dots.. and check the capitals.

...But the dots... with random numbers... and the capital letters... wherever you feel like? And the space between the dots that’s there one moment, then gone, then comes back, then disappears? As for the rest, you use too many commas, making it extremely long and boring, even here <<<In the end, strange for a King story, but in the end, I was saying, the story>> You use a repetition and a "I was saying" just a millisecond apart. Boring. I would have expected better from a purely technical standpoint, considering you're not 13. As for the choice, the usual hassle, you don’t know anything interesting apart from the super famous ones. What a drag. Really, damn it, as I was saying, boring.

"Entirely with the iPad, with minimal instrumental additions afterwards." So what? Is it "too crazy" because instead of using a keyboard and mouse, he used his finger? Millions of people produce with a Mac and then add the instrumentals. In my opinion, he used the iPad because he doesn't know how to use anything else, like Mike Patton, who when he needed to communicate to the other Fantomas what they should play, would record his voice imitating the drums on a cassette and send it to Lombardo; he would listen to ten minutes of "tupa tupa tupa burumbumbumm" and manage to translate into music a voice imitating the drums. The ones who made the album were the producers, who grabbed four random sounds from Albarn (it's impossible to have produced well-calibrated sounds with the iPad; a serious sound card is too bulky for an iPad) and made an album. With that iPad, at most he might have made ringtones for cell phones. The Gorillaz are a joke, since the first album.