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 are in for a treat with some distinguished gentlemen in solo attire...)

Dear friends, welcome to the sixth installment of a delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserian folks with the hobby of occasionally sticking two fingers down their throats, here I present a few selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the production of certain groups or solo artists who have truly made history in Italian music, once offering quality music with potential international appeal, only to then fall into the swamps of a low-grade discography that renders them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of past fans.
Let the fetid trumpets sound, onward...

We are at the abomination, I challenge anyone to prove me wrong, we are on the brink of vomit...

l'ora del tramonto ALAN SORRENTI