No Doubt
Tragic Kingdom

THE REVIEW

Just now I have thoroughly dusted off my records, and among them, there are theirs.
I think their music (many might not agree with me!) is pure music, made to be listened to beyond the barriers of genre and the commercialization often attributed to bands that, like No Doubt, have a platinum blonde bombshell with one of the most beautiful voices in pop in the spotlight.

It's too easy to speak badly of people with natural talent, and in this album more than any other (though they're all masterpieces), Gwen and her band prove it, with those melodies that get stuck in your head and make you nod your head up and down and whisk you away into a big and varied sonic world, full of dreams and carefreeness. Sure, it's fine to listen all day to Slayer and Dissembolvent Sorrow Mutilation Of A Murdered Sanguine In Paranoia, but after a while, you need them, you need her.
You need a nice icy drink with a straw and umbrella in plain sight, and so what do you do?
You put on any track from the album, from "Just A Girl" to "Different People," and you relax, see your little face break into a big smile, and you see and think positively (not like Jovanotti, he's quite the fool) which is much needed these days.

If you're also fed up with the suburbs you live in, the buses that never arrive, and you're tired of waiting, if you think a six-month trip to the Caribbean would do you well and you're not interested in going with your unfortunate hometown friends like "Ue Teru'" and "Forza Atalanta" on a visit to Lourdes, if you also, as Baglioni sang, want to go far away and at the start of the new work-unemployed-fake student year-oh well, you feel like a rag underfoot and your armpit stinks more than in spring and summer, well, why do I even need to tell you this is the album for you.

What?
Does Gwen seem like the usual talentless bimbo to you?
Ehm, okay okay sorry go back to Dissembolvent Sorrow Perversion Mutilation Of A Cacca In Your Dead Head (great band).