I really feel embarrassed when in the morning I find myself at the SERD and, with a background of neomelodici, they hit me with the fateful question "Frate' che musica ascolti?"

Foresteppe — Mæta│2018 (moments of silence)
"Electronic music" is the simplest answer. Here comes a Trap track about how much cocaine they’ve snorted in a night and how much of a slut the last girl was. This is what’s going around in the cells. Have we really reached this point?
What about singer-songwriters? Long live Venditti, then. Is it the fault of reality music shows, or is the level just getting lower and lower?