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You are ignorant to the core! No kidding.. You’ll be just a pathetic acne-ridden loser who wears out his tool by fiddling to the tunes of those shitty Cradle of Filth, projecting the image of Matthew Bellamy in a leopard-print thong. If you had sandpaper for a hand and a wooden dick, it would have been dust a long time ago. You talk because your ass occasionally opens up, and you think because every now and then it gets hard, and that’s how the blood reaches your brain. Set yourself on fire.. That’s better!

@BARTLEBOOM FOR PRESIDENT! NOW!

I remember that at the time I liked it quite a bit.. Neffa didn’t seem too bad.. And to think he was also the drummer for Negazione..

Matal? What the hell am I writing.. Metal, obviously..

Great band. Underrated. It's true, Renga has one of the most beautiful voices we have in Italy (but the best is still De Leo's..). But he was a bit false with Pedrini and the others. After the rock and metal phase, long hair and a seasoned, nomadic rockstar attitude, he already betrayed the appearance (once he showed up at a concert in a Pooh t-shirt; they wanted to lynch him..) and then, having ditched his bandmates in view of a bright (?) solo career, he churned out all the same meaningless pop songs. Sometimes it's annoying to listen to him. For the production of the last album, he even went to America, with what results… Who knows.. He would have been better off staying with Timoria. Pedrini hasn't done much better either.. Anyway, great Timoria.

Anyway, the review isn't that bad.. It's done by someone who believes in it, like Gianni Morandi or Mino Reitano.. Well done! Come on, you can make it (to get out of the tunnel..). I can't bring myself to rate the album, I'm sorry, but even one would be too much.

Were they backup singers for the 883? There's always something to learn... Now it explains many whys, especially why they had a chance. And I thought that to gain a bit of notoriety back then, they must have used their "oral" skills... Ah, and how can we forget that Sanremo in 1997... So many records and so many emotions... Ah Vito Marletta, how can we forget him... And that slut Valeria Marini... And the Jalisse, how can we not remember them... When the intro for "Fiumi di parole" started, I thought: "Who the hell is at Sanremo? The Roxette?" The most evident plagiarism in music history. Al Bano got 4 million dollars from Michael Jackson. Did the Roxette at least sue him? Ah, the Sanremo of 1997, the one that saw these two immature little girls triumph in the emerging artists category, which after... we'll see... They turned into two full-fledged whores... At the expense of a voice like poor Alex Baroni's... It was right that between "Cambiare" and "Amici come prima" the second one had to win... Mathematical, logical, and inevitable, like the expansion of the Universe! Ah, 1997, the year of the Spice Girls, the year we go to Luca's house, the year of emerging artists: Oxa, Cutugno, Berté, Al Bano (Is Al Bano his real name? What the hell kind of name is Al Bano?), Patty Pravo, Ranieri, New Trolls... Ah, the year when everyone asked: But where the hell has Laura gone? Or will the Apocalypse come after the black pope? Or why they excluded Carmen Consoli... They could have easily thrown her in, right? Or: "Who the hell are these Jalisse? Why did they put them among the BIG? And who the hell has ever heard of these Jalisse? And especially: wasn't the victory of these damn Jalisse rigged?"... Ah, Sanremo of 1997... How can we forget it...

And then look, I wasn't even upset with you.. oh my gosh, you can't even joke around a little..

No, hyper (fast) and a little bit of technique. In reality, they can't play.

Bravo man-monkey, you have spoken your piece. It will be remembered as the motto of the new millennium. Are you Chinese? Then it was like this: I am a ridiculous group, the MalsVolta. They have never done anything good. No, it's true, and they can't even play, they pretend. It's all improvised stuff; none of them has ever picked up an instrument. They are crazies from some American mental health facility who escaped into the night and are now mocking a good part of the planet, boasting about being able to really play. It's all talk and no action, JUST TALK AND NO ACTION!!! In the end, all this improvisation and endless psychedelic digressions might be tiring, but I think they are definitely the best live. If only there were more people playing like that. I've never heard or seen anything like it. You can be dumbfounded for days after one of their concerts. If you play in a band, after seeing them live, you have to consider the possibility of quitting forever. Cedric live is a superhuman fury. Omar and the others are like Martians. They deserve all the popularity they're building for themselves; with the A.T.D.I., they worked their asses off touring in a van for a lifetime in America without finding much positive feedback. But anyway, it's fair to relegate them to a niche; they can't play! Nice review, one of my favorites... They deserve a 12, based on trust (also because Ostia was a bit inconvenient for me).