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@de-recensore: what poetry, Mr. 19Length, eh? Nothing compared to that from minute 3:38 to minute 3:52. 15! No offense.. @19: But did Elisa also take a little goal away from you or not?

Irene Grandi never really said much to me; in fact, she was always quite annoying, the female version of good old Vasco. I would smack Giorgia in the face with a shovel, the Italian version of "I wish I could be like Whitney Houston," even though she's better, fuck that. Great voice, actually, very beautiful (otherwise someone gets mad), but all those vocal flourishes and embellishments really irritate me. Carmen Consoli is good, but the hiccup technique annoys me in the long run, even though she turns out to be the best artist among them all. Elisa, even though she resembles a racehorse, has never bothered me; I think she interprets songs well and, sometimes, can even move the listener. The album I prefer is "Then comes the sun." It's one of the few female albums I can listen to, even with pleasure, not because I'm misogynistic, of course not, but because I've never really liked female vocals in rock and pop (Janis Joplin obviously excluded).

I haven't listened to this one, if I remember correctly I listened to Black One, an album that left me stunned more than anything for the guitars that I would say come from hell, and it also stirred up a vague, but not so much, sense of anguish in me. I preferred not to delve deeper, I should have called the dealer but I stopped.. Beautiful review.

I’ll tell you, the thing I liked most about this site is the possibility to express oneself FREELY (and that’s an extremely important thing..) and to become a bit of a small “music critic,” exchanging opinions with the countless users, sometimes converging, other times conflicting, but most importantly learning to see music from all angles, discovering musical realities that were previously unknown and getting the right tips for approaching the purchase (or download, which honestly costs less, but doesn’t give you the satisfaction of having the original work.. so a somewhat cold approach..) of an album. I’ve always found this site "genius" and I’ve always encountered in the vast majority of users (except for a few desperate cases) a remarkable kindness and open-mindedness. And I also liked your review. Welcome!

Without false modesty, I can only say that by listening to just a fraction of my 160 gigs of music, many would have a lot to learn, including sure scemo and paloz. Wow, I'm impressed; you downloaded them recently and you still haven’t heard them all? Anyway, apart from the fact that, based on the expertise and psychological profile you drafted of Ligabue in this review, I'm starting to wonder if you're his analyst... The review, aside from the fact that it concerns the number 2 in the Italian charts of: I always make the same music to satisfy the same audience that, unfazed, continues to give me a lot of money, is well written, I must admit. Don’t get angry about the previous comment; mine is just irony. You know how sad the world would be without...

As I already clarified, my intention is not to review a particular album, but rather to comment on the entire artistic journey of Luciano Ligabue. – So it’s true… No, damn it!
Ligabue decided to scrape the bottom of his drawer full of songs written in his youth, and he did so by bringing to light his darkest and saddest side, leaving no room, unlike his previous albums, for any optimistic or self-indulgent signals. Damn, better than Alice in Chains' Dirt then… Let’s hear it…
A grunge sound, once again influenced by the sounds of the '80s (after all, it is in the early years of this decade that the songs came to light), with powerful keyboards in perfect Doors style and rotating hammonds inspired by Lord, and hard rock guitars reminiscent of illustrious names like Savatage and Neil Young. Ah, here we go, the grunge… Do you think he decided to follow the Seattle trend because it was popular at that time and nobody cared about it? Doors? John Lord? Savatage? The only one that fits is still Neil Young, whose poster Ligabue probably has even in the bathroom. The only good thing that the rocker (?!? What the hell kind of rocker?!?) of SCORREGGIO did was strongly wanting the Jeff Buckley concert.
Gianfranco Fornaciari's hammond (who had replaced Giovanni Marani on keyboards in Clandestino) reminds one of John Lord in certain Deep Purple tracks. Well, if you’ve heard the Purple, I won’t argue…
("Piccola città eterna," a fast rock ballad with distorted guitars and a tenderly dragged riff, where Ligabue reveals all his sensitivity in a simple and sincere way, making him, despite the opinion of many, one of the few true rockers in the world) IN THE WORLD? IN THE WORLD? WHAT IF THEY HEAR MY EARS? MOTHER OF GOD... I WON'T SEND YOU TO SHIT RIGHT AWAY...
Among other things, this led to the end of the collaboration between Ligabue and Clandestino and made the rocker from Correggio mature (COME ON…) the more or less conscious conviction that another so-called “committed” album would certainly not benefit his career, which had to be (and was in fact starting to be, thanks to a stubbornness and determination common to few) that of an undisputed rock star, at the top of the Italian music charts.
It matured in the brain, already with the three $$$ from the slot machines printed in flaming characters of the always same rocker from Correggio for 17 years, the idea that he would make a lot more S O L D I with albums that always proposed the same song, the usual chords, and the damn WAY OF SINGING, not only in the pitch but also in the construction of the tracks because he had realized he was in ITALY, the homeland of VASCO ROSSI.
You’ll only see me with A, which is now the end of the world.
You don’t say “a me mi” and since I had to read this whole damn review, I’M SENDING YOU TO SHIT RIGHT NOW!

"Hello guys, I'm back to take care of music for you, trying to bring back an excellent singer like Christian, who is a bit forgotten by the general public today."
Hi Il_Paolo, it would have been better if you hadn't done that..

You write very well, congratulations. I don't know them (Ouch! Shame!), but from your words, I will take care of it.. Thank you.

You made me crack up laughing, you’re great. The cat quote really captures the idea perfectly.

Fuck, but yours is really a mission dictated by a higher entity! So what's missing from the list: Survivors and survivors, What time is the end of the world, Happy Birthday Elvis, Up and down from a stage, Radiofreccia, How's it going, Miss World, Giro d'Italia, Name and Surname, First and second half. God save us.. Anyway, I agree with a previous comment that says we can stop here for Ligabue's career.. Never a thing out of place, a bit of courage, some vocal risks, some slightly more refined sounds, something new. It’s been 18 years that he keeps repeating the same song, always the same stuff, how boring..