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Rating: I have always written reviews of albums I love, now I want to try writing something about an album I hate.
Vasco Brondi “Le luci della centrale elettrica” the biggest impostor of recent years.
You, who are surrounded by thousands of fans, you who can't play, you who can't sing, you who are ugly; these three things are not fundamental, the Ramones certainly couldn't be defined as “virtuosos” of the instruments they played, Bob Dylan certainly can't be said to know how to sing, just as the Beatles can't be said to have been handsome boys. But all this doesn't matter because I believe that these people, after all, have left us something, what I can't forgive you is the fact that you write shitty songs, nonsensical things that you pass off as poetry, lyrics so stupid that even a child could write better, nothing makes sense in your songs and yet people like you because you use a suburban jargon (the paraffin, the metaphysical speeches, the years zero) but who do you want to fool?
Now you!!! Dear reader who is a fan of these barn lights, you must tell me what this means:
“the burning dumpsters have a strange smell
our serious conversations from yesterday intercepted by the financiers
the Tunisian drug dealers rent hotel rooms near the stations
we are egocentric like cats escaped from condominiums
you used to resurrect dead rails and sew up everyone's wrists
you used to resurrect dead rails to take us to the discount store to shop”
I read and see the endpoint of Italian songwriters, I won't bring up sacred monsters like Faber, Guccini, Battisti etc… in my opinion, this music also offends Pausini.
What saddens me the most is that I saw him live at a small music festival here in the wild lands of the south, and to my astonishment, I saw waves of people under the stage singing these childish things and looking at him as if to say “you are the new De André” all of them in chorus shouting:
“in Paris, you say flies don't fly
bless us in closed churches
and in accommodating pharmacies
marry us with used bandages
on walks on desecrated beaches
the squares are empty, the squares are mute
to fight acne”
Well, I could go on for hours, but I won't, I would be giving you too many lines and you don’t deserve them.
I just want to say two things to you, dear Vasco Brondi:
The first is that there are still people like me who you will never change their mind.
The second…….NEVER MENTION THE CCCP AGAIN.
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