Sanjuro

Immense. Hassell, who played with the minimalists, clearly leaves a minimalist imprint on this album, but it’s a different kind of minimalism, more naturalistic, more exotic, more sultry. Minimal music in my opinion.

The reviewer has discovered hot water, the point is: either you hit hard like the legend "Vic Sorriso", an unachievable example of satire, or you avoid writing. "Mamaaa maammmma, someone here has it all and now, while I’m busting my ass with my incapable metal band, nobody buys my demoo uèèè uèèèè." It’s sad, don’t you think? Here’s how the legend "Luciano Ligabue" writes. He is a person full of self-esteem (not to mention a "full of himself asshole"), one of those who gets home in the evening, has dinner, watches TV, takes a shower, hooks up with a sixteen-year-old fan picked up in a Porsche at some rest area, not forgetting to finish by baptizing her face with his sperm... and maybe, before going to bed, thinks it’s time to write yet another masterpiece of art to delight his loyal audience made up of fifteen-year-old teenagers and construction workers who sweat cold every time they have to conjugate a subjunctive... and the creative process is absolutely spontaneous; it starts from a sentence... what do I know "Everyone wants to travel in first class", around which 3-4 clichés are piled up just to build some rhymes, the usual 2 chords - obviously all assembled in the same key - and there you have it, a nice hot steaming pile of shit elegantly served on a silver platter. And Luciano there on MTV granting interviews, telling his story, wrapping himself in that air of a disheveled artist full of insights to share with the world, concepts so deep they make your eyes roll and scream to the heavens "oh-god-why-has-no-one-ever-thought -of-this-?" and stuff like that.

There is avant-garde and avant-garde; some works are not conceptual revolutions but true works of art. Delusion Of The Fury by Harry Partch, for example, Penderecky's seventh symphony, Ligeti's Lux Aeterna, and so on... there's not just that veneer of "discovery for the sake of discovery" in the avant-garde (or contemporary classical music, for the pedants and the foolish; I've met a few).

I Kiss really suck. They've been opening with Deuce for 10 years, maybe more, doing their silly stuff with tongues out and tackiness on a scale of 35, and everyone falls for it, while they hook up with supermodels and poor fans bust their asses working 8 hours a day for 6 days a week, secretly wishing to be like them: that is, talentless fools, the classic extroverted idiots living the American dream. The music is like a rock toilet, with tired and clichéd riffs, poses like provincial carnival floats, and so much empty rhetoric. And everyone at home is happy: nothing turned into music. Not much different from the commentators on Maria De Filippi...

One of my favorite albums, I wanted to make it rock :D YE YE YE YE YE YE YE YE YE YEEEEEEEE, when those sax solos kick in it feels like someone is slitting a beast's throat, among the most evocative blows into a wind instrument ever heard by human ear.

My favorite remains Lost Highways.

Shhhh. to those who say "minor": your grandmother is a minor.

Never seen @_@

I believe that the Lizard were far superior to the theatre in terms of visceral impact and even as musicians. Although I hardly listen to anything by the Lizard anymore, the Teatro just doesn't convince me at all. I find them "Italian," better than average, but the average is really poor. There have been geniuses and good composers from the peninsula, but we always remain within classical or contemporary classical; we've never had an Italian equivalent of the Velvet Underground or Suicide, for instance. Verdena-afterhours-marlenekuntz-bau stelle and all that legion of Italian alternates lack the spark that elevates a work from decent and listenable (at best) to indispensable and monumental. Apart from the wonderful classical music, Italy would be musically better off being banned.

I find the zu to be much more interesting than theater; the latter seems to me a shabby mix of the more superficial Carmelo Bene with the instrumentation of the Jesus Lizard. A band that I consider to be quite avoidable. The review is always good.