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I have to listen to him. I heard him live once and he seemed quite good to me...

oh well, the first time usually goes wrong :) I thought I would find something on deBaser, and since there was nothing, I decided to put it there myself. I'll take the criticism, in the meantime "talk about it" ;)

Germi is an album you can listen to today (2007) believing you’re experiencing something new and innovative. It was released TWELVE years ago. Life changes, the Afterhours are not the same as they were 12 years ago. But behind you, along the path of time gone by, there is a rupture that cuts through our idiotic news broadcasts, the glossy covers of magazines, Sky, and the general bullshit of facade Italy. Look inside it. There are Agnelli's songs.

afterhours, the flagship of Italian rock. Most of the rest is encrusted limestone, poorly resistant in an acidic environment: in Italy.

Hooray

Oh, I got Nido, I really like it. This album is my next goal. Nido feels very "bare" to me in a positive way.

Something good is erupting? I'll tell you: disappointment and disillusionment. In a country that is gradually falling apart economically and morally, people keep singing songs about shitty love, shitty hopes, shitty kindness, shitty sun and sea, kids going oooh, a lot of shit. Almost no one sings about malaise, and those who do directly associate it with politics. So they remain, above everyone and above the nothingness of Italian rock. This from Afterhours is a creeping rock. It sneaks into the lower strata of the Italian music-loving public that hasn’t settled for less (few, to be honest) for 10 years, with extraordinary consistency and stubbornness. And it churns out beautiful and cruel albums. It’s incredible that there isn’t a radio station playing them. Well, with all those swear words. As if national pornography and pornophony weren't already a daily occurrence. To hell with it.

Oops, I meant to say "La vedova Bianca", and anyway, I take back what I said :p It's a great album.

I can't blame those who criticize the album since I've been critiquing it for months :p
But now, after several listens and a concert, I would take back a lot of my criticisms. I find the songs bitter, depressed, disillusioned. Yet, there are some extraordinary ones. Ah a ah! I would say that the CD has only blood and no magic.

As soon as it was released, I wrote bad reviews of "Ballate per.." everywhere I could, warning everyone against it and fiercely criticizing it. After many years during which I loved and greatly admired Afterhours, I feel like I really moved like a hyena. There's a passage in George Orwell's 1984 where the protagonist concludes that his thoughts are "contained" within those of the person interrogating him with intense brainwashing. Well, it seems to me now that my mind is contained in Agnelli's, lol. I’m surely repeating myself, but this album is a sort of surrender, where it states, "I don't like myself, the world disgusts me almost entirely, but I'll adapt." Or maybe I'm just spouting a load of nonsense. Whatever, these damn Afterhours always make me think too much and far too deeply. I need to switch genres.