A narcissist of the guitar who, slathering pre-packaged patterns at 200 bpm all over himself, has managed to win over an audience of clueless kids who can’t tell music from a horse race. Unfortunately, the obsession with this shredding guitar nonsense continues with other idiots so fast they make Malmsteen look like an old man with arthritis (his belly is no joke, either). Now, this phenomenon is like a parallel dimension to music that has nothing to do with music at all.
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