Biagio Antonacci

Fake as a PVC tracksuit, you don't need to bother getting off your couch to buy the CDs of this gym locker room bro. He can haunt you even outside record stores, usually favoring peripheral bars and barbershops—the ideal setting for a voice weakened by chronic pharyngitis at the service of bland pop songs. At this point, we eagerly await a collaboration with Eros Ramazzotti, so we can have pharyngitis and rhinitis on the same album. A delightful 2-for-1.