The Punisher

After 30 lines of nostalgic/teenage/pathetic nonsense ("We complimented each other on our '80s hairstyles" stuff worthy of Vanzina Post Boldi) and various things that nearly touch your bullshit (who the hell is this Alessandro Bavo, if you don't specify... a friend of yours? the singer? the bartender? your boyfriend?)... after all this blah blah, one thing I didn’t understand: WHAT THE HELL do they sound like? Define "electronic, radio-friendly, catchy"... but how the hell do you define what they play like that? Do they make Lollipop-style music with an electronic twist? Battiato Cuccuruccucoso? Are they like the Soerba? Are they like DJ Francesco but a bit cooler? What genre do they play, explain it well and in depth without delving into unnecessary promotional or emotional comments? Nothing... deferred to September (if you can send another in time...). Good luck!

always the usual review from the "Now I’ll Tell You How Things Are" manual, but I agree that this early Vasco was a blast back in the day... a completely new way of performing and singing, I remember it very well... however, to say that this is THE ONLY VASCO THAT DESERVES it seems superficial and hasty just to provoke...

Consider that for me, the Van is light years stuck on the same things...

for me London you said a bullshit. It will remain a THING that soon they won't print them anymore and you can't even find spare pins that easily!! who knows

Nice dexter...not bad at all! Too bad they melted...

Lexus... who you are, know that your EP is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard in my life. I swear. Word of a little wolf!!

Very big "so"... they were pioneers of nonsense and absurdity along with the Gufi... I think. Rece is a bit below the standards of Cece but maybe it's also the album that influences, right?

But can a jury have a Human Case among the jurors? And if so, who judges that juror and what judgment capacity can they have?

A flat and predictable review like a traffic light at an intersection. I don't know the album, but I'm waiting for more comments to see what those who have it think (I also don't like reviews that open or close with pleas for pity or self-pitying... but it’s also the first one, in fact)..

To me, honestly, it felt like the usual lukewarm broth disguised as "old ways" country folk, but that, in all honesty, adds nothing and takes nothing away from what our guy has already said in the previous twenty years. As for the story of the father and his illness, I'll leave that to the gossipmongers and the romantics looking for justifications. A record like this could have easily been avoided: Gran Mestiere and Artigianato Soprafino and little more...