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Oops, I wrote revolutionary but I actually meant provocative... I completely agree with you about the lack of substance from those who are considered sacred monsters of Italian music (?!)... Luckily, it's not just cirrhosis Vasco, long-haired Ligabue, cock-sucker Pausini, and nose-closed Ramazzotti... I still think that, to make people reflect or provoke them, the content and ideas should and must be different from the miserable Italian crime news, from laughable calls for suicide, and things of that kind... Otherwise, we play their game. As Abatantuono said in a memorable scene from Nirvana by Salvatores: "Let's do something new! Let's catch them off guard!". As for Fabri Fibra, so far he's only provoking me with flatulent meteorism.

Anxiety

Perfectly aligned in its desire to be provocative... from what I can gather. How can one be provocative when talking about the murder of little Tommaso (I remember that our state television had the audacity to broadcast his funeral live nationwide!!! The triumph of modern voyeurism and disgusting ignorance) and making parodies of Sanremo... How can one say anything remotely interesting when discussing topics that are shoved down our throats every day through radio, TV, and newspapers? If this man is the great revolutionary who speaks his mind and goes straight to the point, we are in good shape. Unfortunately, he is just another fucking demagogue who uses seemingly strong imagery to avoid saying anything of substance. A demagogue like marpado who talks about punkabbestia and rich kids with the typical arrogance of someone who spits judgments because he thinks differently... A page from debaser with high depressive content. I'm going to retreat into onanism.

Three reviews for a Subsonica album seem too many... It's not Dedarcsaidofdemun! Live it's a different story. I only saw them once (thank god) at Battiato's concert at Traffic this year. The shit on the risotto.

Here, now I can. I can't resist. Take that.

Beautiful and evocative. But you didn’t tell me about it, so I assume I might not like it. Anyway, I lower the iPod mania. Long live the old cassette walkman! And I told you so, back in the day, that your feet smelled.

And now... inevitable and inescapable.... Here you go

There's plenty of fingerpicking here... performed expertly with 5 fingers that seem like... 37, I wonder why. The album is nice but I still need to digest it. "Swaying Eel" is the song of the year. I dream of it at night. I feel it in my fingers, even though I don’t possess it. Not yet, at least. I've listened to it until it's worn out. And it's worn me out. The voice can only be that, whether beautiful or ugly. The review is beautiful and true. And I like the words you use. No 5 for the album because it hasn't captivated me as a whole like the single "Swaying Eel" has. I'm going to see the good Yann. I love him a little. 5 to you because I don’t know a better musical pusher on the face of the earth than you. And because when you write, it’s you.

Um... Flistone, can you talk to me? I didn’t think I included you in the discussion. Desires? Bjorky, just let it go...

you are scared bjorky... but you shouldn't be. Get with me and don't act like vic sorriso, don't let your miserable fakes talk to each other... that's an old tune. I'll refresh it for you, okay? 37 times.