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This is truly a snowfall: the words settle on your skin, and even if they seem to melt immediately, they leave you wet and cold. This snowfall is made of many things: it is made of cryptic lyrics, jazz, acoustic guitars, and the memory of Italian singer-songwriters.
This is truly a snowfall: the words settle on your skin, and even if they seem to melt immediately, they leave you wet and cold.
This snowfall is made of many things: it is made of cryptic lyrics, jazz, acoustic guitars, and the memory of Italian singer-songwriters.
Listen to Marco Parente’s [neve] Ridens and experience its haunting poetic wilderness.
Finally, I hear something interesting, relatively new sounds for the Italian scene and non-canonical arrangements from 'music craftsmen.' To people like Marco, I bow and tip my hat: almost a masterpiece!
Finally, I hear something interesting, relatively new sounds for the Italian scene and non-canonical arrangements from 'music craftsmen.'
To people like Marco, I bow and tip my hat: almost a masterpiece!
Listen to Marco Parente’s Neve Ridens and discover a refreshingly bold Italian album that defies convention and rewards patient ears.
Ohibò! Quest’opera non è in nessuna classifica. Perchè non usare l’apposito pulsante qui sotto?
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