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If I were Gianni Drudi, I'd be as angry as a windmill's blades during Hurricane Katrina. Discover the review
If I were Gianni Drudi, I'd be as angry as a windmill's blades during Hurricane Katrina.
Gianni Drudi is fixated on everything related to the mildly naughty universe of sex; in his small way a legend, following in the footsteps of the various trash songwriters of the '70s: thick hair, flashy shirt, denim jacket, and guitar slung over his shoulder as if he were an American star, in every song he offers us pearls dropped in the sphere of a 1990s TV pop indeed. Discover the review
Gianni Drudi is fixated on everything related to the mildly naughty universe of sex; in his small way a legend, following in the footsteps of the various trash songwriters of the '70s: thick hair, flashy shirt, denim jacket, and guitar slung over his shoulder as if he were an American star, in every song he offers us pearls dropped in the sphere of a 1990s TV pop indeed.
Do you remember "Mai dire Tv" from the Gialappa's? Yes, the program from Gialappa's that hilariously made fun of local TV stations and always featured videos of Gianni Drudi, a really cheesy guy who sang either at the beach or by the pool surrounded by girls in swimsuits "Come on, let's do Fiky Fiky together!" Discover the review
Do you remember "Mai dire Tv" from the Gialappa's? Yes, the program from Gialappa's that hilariously made fun of local TV stations and always featured videos of Gianni Drudi, a really cheesy guy who sang either at the beach or by the pool surrounded by girls in swimsuits "Come on, let's do Fiky Fiky together!"
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