Pietro Minchiadura

A milestone in the history of progressive music, essential for any kind of study and/or listening of the genre: "E' festa" and "La Carrozza di Hans" above all, in addition to the famous (and already mentioned) moog of "Impressioni"... "Cerco il sole ma non c'è..."

Great report, Cicero, curious and interesting. 7+

Beautiful choice, Enkaccio, and the image of sipping a Martini in the bathtub fits perfectly, considering the vocal sensuality of many of Nina's interpretations. As you can see, Massimucciof, someone finally thought of Simone: a different tease compared to Kate Bush (there's really no point in comparing, the repertoires are too different), but we're still talking about great voices. But at the Grass, I'm raising my ears, because fine, I'll give you Vaughan, but staying silent about Gaynor and Warwick seems a bit criminal, eh... and someone should fix that ;)

Mom, I left the bread on the table: I took two extra rolls for tonight, save me a bun for when I get back, bye.

Kiss Me Kiss Me licia/certo il loro cuoreeeh/palpita d'amoreeeeh/amore yes for you! The most unsettling subject is the one with the little safety jacket for airplanes.

Eh, Chezzy, I see that as for "renewal" in the negative sense of your reviews we’re on the same page, as you promised, even though I’m still eagerly waiting for your take on some Onyx album. But I have to say that regarding your discussion, I somewhat agree with the argument of the car dealer, or rather, I share it a lot, though not adhering to it too literally. First of all, your review this time has holes in it. You might say, "Oh, another jerk who wants to know about the album!" No: I want to know about Fu Manchu and their music, just to say something. And in this piece you talk about hard rock, which certainly goes hand in hand with the band in question, but I might not know a damn thing about it. I come here and get the message that "let's occasionally listen to hard rock", and as hard rock, I can also listen to your beloved Audioslave, who certainly won’t brag about doing hard rock for real, but many say they fit into that genre... see what a torture it is. So yes to fooling around and no to Valsoia, but at least in the very fooling around you should make a reference to the connection between subject and object, say "Get yourselves some Fu Manchu because they kick more ass than the others", just to throw something out there, mind you, always within the general sense of fooling around. Now let's move on to your thesis: "go read the past reviews." Nah, nah. What kind of nonsense is that? I'm not buying it. As if to say Debaser has a chronological reality, that first there were reviews and now we’ve moved on to just fooling around, so if I want to see a proper review of the Pet Boys, which no one has done yet, I have to expect some inconclusive ramble because Debaser is like that now? So this time I’m putting a stop to your career, I’m sorry, you're just going to have to deal with it, but if you don't at least reference the subject in question in even a little line, without it necessarily being about the album, it will always be this way, and the weight of my indifference will crush you, I know it.

You know how it is, Mun, I was tempted by the photo, but it's clear that I remain attached to my more traditional nature. So I'm going for the Trell. A greeting from the big rock.

I rate the review, I really don't know anything about the author and I have nothing to add; I see that someone else has found something to say about it... well, I don't have this knowledge about Czech names, nice comment baby ;)

The cloner? And what for? :) Trell darling, it’s a typo, in fact that’s why I took the liberty, I promised a while ago not to correct anything on this site... it seemed to me such a cute blunder, especially the embarrassment with which you rushed to correct it... how sweet :)

Odra, you tempt me, I know I will end up giving in. But Sardinia is still far from me, and as for Brescia, let's not even mention it. Plus, I'm small and afraid of traveling all alone... why don't you come here and who knows.