HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, vol. 6: Alan Sorrenti
(An exception to the usual listening of expired Italic bands like milk opened last month, this time you will get a few distinguished gentlemen in solo attire…)

Dear friends, welcome to the sixth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser aficionados who occasionally like to stick their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few select listens concerning the disgusting side of the production of some Italian bands or solo artists who have truly made history in Italian music, once offering quality music with potential international appeal, only to eventually fall into the low-quality discography that has rendered them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the foul trumpets sound, let’s go...

We are at the abomination, I dare anyone to prove me otherwise, we are on the brink of vomiting...

alan sorrenti - love fever