HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, vol. 6: Alan Sorrenti
(An exception to the usual listening of expired Italian groups like milk opened last month, this time we focus on some 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 great DeBaserians who occasionally enjoy sticking two fingers down their throat, here I am suggesting a few selected listens regarding the distasteful side of some groups or solo artists who truly made a mark in the History of Italian Music, once offering music of quality and potentially international appeal, only to then fall into the doldrums of a lowest-tier discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.
Let’s give voice to the foul trumpets, come on...
We are at the abomination, I challenge anyone to prove me wrong, we are on the threshold of vomiting...
Alan Sorrenti Un incontro in ascensore
(An exception to the usual listening of expired Italian groups like milk opened last month, this time we focus on some 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 great DeBaserians who occasionally enjoy sticking two fingers down their throat, here I am suggesting a few selected listens regarding the distasteful side of some groups or solo artists who truly made a mark in the History of Italian Music, once offering music of quality and potentially international appeal, only to then fall into the doldrums of a lowest-tier discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.
Let’s give voice to the foul trumpets, come on...
We are at the abomination, I challenge anyone to prove me wrong, we are on the threshold of vomiting...
Alan Sorrenti Un incontro in ascensore
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