Måneskin

They received heartfelt compliments from Fiascos rossi, the greatest living enigma of Italian music, for their song at the Ariston and "daje soto," besides coming from a recently shabby x f (how beautiful were the times of ICS and Yendrie ah), they know how to elevate from a crappy cliché those few merits dictated by their age group, and I will give my judgment without prejudice: from the exocarp to their core, medium-high quality for the group, because it avoids tacky rehashes of drunken repertoires from stornellaro or of pop stuff that winks and is easy, typical of the Olympus of the popular bands from Lazio-Rome all in the spotlight (where crews like CDF don’t count as such), which came chronologically after the legendary Banco. And for damianin, 3 balls, they were.