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I stand in solidarity.
We think similarly.
I would have written it with less irony, but sometimes it's nice and right to let go.

I met Strambelli and closely witnessed the affair of "Pigramente signora" (plagiarism of "To the Morning" by Dan Fogelberg), following Sanremo and after a detailed complaint was withdrawn from the market by the blonde’s record label, which also lost its contract with that label in the process and had to seek other shores.
The character of the classy femme fatale built around her is entirely fabricated: she is a fiery, straightforward, somewhat vulgar former Venetian who has spent her life converted to Romanesco. Small, tough, ambitious, far from classy, including her surprisingly powerful contralto voice.
One can see, or hopes, that the ugly affair of "Pigramente signora" has, so to speak, become time-barred. Nothing is wasted in a career… not even the mess from thirty-five years ago.

A disappointment. The first, real one, regarding him. You have written down a good part of my thoughts about this modest work, which barely saves itself in the last two or three pieces on the list.

Edit to the review: "Smooth out some syntax imperfections." See the old version Monolith - Kansas - recensione Versione 1

Edit to the review: "Fundamental Correction". See the old version The Well's on Fire - Procol Harum - recensione Versione 1

Long live the blonde genius.

You're doing me an injustice, Fede.
My favorite band among those still in existence. Priceless musicians. A vast repertoire full of gems, dozens of them.
I urge the reviewer to fill in the last gaps on Debaser regarding Saga, and then to take care of "Sagacity" and "Phase 1."

Hello everyone.
On December 20th, my home Vodafone Wi-Fi stopped working.
On December 22nd, I called their toll-free number to report the fault.
They got back to me on December 28th, asking me to reset the modem: nothing.
They reached out again on January 3rd, sending me a new modem. I connected it, and nothing.
A technician from Telcom, subcontracted by Vodafone, came by; he took a look inside the Telecom cabinet at the end of my street, changed the card for my number: nothing.
I have urged, insulted, and vented my frustrations. As of today, still nothing, I don't have a line.
So I activated the tethering on my cell phone, checked my bank and mail, and finally uploaded to Debaser the reviews I had accumulated during the holiday period.
The intention to upload them all at once was strengthened by the desire to bring attention to the cause of Widespread Panic, a group I adore and that enjoys almost absolute anonymity here in Italy.
I inadvertently pushed down, off the homepage, many reviews that are still recent. True, but what about that crowd of "Reviewers" who regularly write a few lines haphazardly about some album, providing no service and also pushing off the homepage the well-crafted reviews filled with passion and/or expertise and/or flair?
I owed you that much. Another greeting.

Like songs with electric guitar that pump you up a lot, I would suggest Deep Purple (with Blackmore), much cooler than Gionny Scandal.

I persevere in collecting every release from these old stalwarts of hard rock, but the last album that truly moved me was "Purpendicular," released twenty-five years ago. Since then, only gratitude and respect. Live, they're still explosive, despite the guitarist’s arthritis and the little voice left in the singer.