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See? You've thought of a ton of bands they borrow the sound from. I told you where they steal the themes from. Same? Ritmo Tribale scripts as shit as always. Talent certainly doesn't increase with age; they had no clue twenty years ago, just imagine now that they have to pay the ICI!
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Oh, I almost forgot << here are two lire (two exactly) will do. >> And what did I write, sorry? I was serious, this record won't sell because "too low for posers, too high for crap." Half measures have been out of fashion for a long time.
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<< They were still in the cradle when Ritmo Tribale spoke of Milan. >> Exactly. So why are they now talking about it like Dogo? << Alternative posers over forty with more than twenty-five years of Italian rock on their shoulders? >> Right, it’s a fake album, just like R.T. have always been fake, always copying. Crossover was in fashion? Let’s go with RHCP. Rap is in fashion? Let’s go with Milano che brucia. << No Guru gold record? >> No, I was saying that "La Milano che brucia" can earn gold records (Marracash got one, I don’t know about Dogo but I think they did too). << Record label? (if the CD is barely found since it’s distributed only by Fnac?) >> Damn, they’ve really run out of distribution! ONLY Fnac? On the first album, ONLY Fnac? Damn, what bad luck. << Ritmo Tribale nothingness... it's all to be seen... ask the majority of Italian bands from the ‘90s >> If you ask an asshole: "does shit smell?", he will answer "no, in fact, it’s a normal smell". << Manuel Agnelli at the top! >> There’s the asshole. << Anyway, you’re a great provocateur!!! >> Not at all. It’s just that here on De-B if you say RAP it sounds like a swear word, while three idiots say four sentences with latent meaning over the sounds of Iriondo, and it seems to be "the desperate song of an infamous city" or colossal nonsense like that. The difference between Dogo and these is only in the genre, and in the ending of the message. These NoGuru say "is life a bitch? find your space where no one bothers you", while Dogo grew up with the people of the Bronx screaming from the stereos "Life’s a bitch? Fuck It!". Or also "Thinking about taking my own life as well, cause they might not sell weed in hell". On the other hand, the NoGuru will say 400 words on one album, which in a rap album are exhausted by the third song (in the sense that Dogo have described Milan to a tee, and it’s easy when talking about Milan in 2010 to fall back on them).
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Just to clarify: it's easy to act like alternative hipsters and get produced when the record label already knows perfectly well that "milano che brucia" can bring you a gold record. The Ritmo Tribale have always been four nobodies, which is why they brought in the incomparable Iriondo to have some music and especially "sound" (go to his guitar shop in Milan!), repurposing seven years of Dogo's lyrics to have two themes. And there you go, the CD is done. This is a move more "commercial" than Laura Pausini can ever be (just like the Dogo). I couldn't care less if it's "commercial" or not, but let's say it: it's a Fake album made to earn a little cash.
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<< This is a really great work made up of excellent songs, solid and well-structured, that withstand repeated listens. Very '90s in this. It sounds like a record from that era played in 2010. >> Basically a Rock album by Club Dogo :)
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Basically a Rock album by Club Dogo. Listen to believe.
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-- he's young, from a city that has nothing to do with Rap, and hangs out with people who are not really connected to Rap. If he grows up and takes the skull off his face, he could do some great things.
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I saw the movie, so it doesn’t count. Too many plot twists, too many extra characters, too much of everything. If there had been half as much, it would have been much better; all that was missing was that in the end she - there on the waterfront where the director leaves her - picks up her faithful motorcycle to ride along the coast, and just before the credits roll...
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"In the hallucinatory mind of others, I really struggle..." that's where the donkey falls, because it wasn't hallucinated but amphetaminized. On LSD, you don't spout nonsense but instead see colors and laugh; with benzedrine, you talk (talked, since I don't know anyone under 60 who has used it) too much and out of place. He chose the wrong hit; books written while smoking are always better (the examples abound, starting from the cursed poets).
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It made me sick. You can tell it's written in one go, and a heavy one at that. It feels like a summary of a life laid out in the pine forest at 8:00 in the morning while you’re waiting to be able to drive. The only difference is that when you read it, you can drive, so you get in the car and go buy a decent book.