Tiromancino

"the description of a moment"... never was a title more fitting. Because it describes the duration of my appreciation for the group. I heard the Roman dialect guy play guitar and sing live in Rome, in an unknown venue. It blew me away. I swore I would follow them to the ends of the earth, but then I gave up... from that moment on, one disappointment after another. Watered down, predictable, simplistic, light, almost unlistenable. What a shame.