HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ENGLISH SECTION, vol. 3: Queen
(Derogation from the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we’re going with the English-speaking realm; after all, do we want to say it or not, that not only in the Boot are musical careers, once a beacon for many, often ended in an undignified and shameful way?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ninth installment of a delightful little column that I remind you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a habit of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I present to you a few selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the production of some English-speaking bands or solo artists who truly made their mark in Music History, once offering quality music with potential international outreach, only to then fall into the quagmire of a low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the fetid trumpets sound, let’s go...
Today we highlight the awful phases of another group that, unlike others, embraced a more pop and brazenly commercial vein before many other contemporary bands did the same, demonstrating, if nothing else, a certain knack for what we might call commercialism. That the exceptional voice of Mercury managed to lift from the mire often less than mediocre songs is a discussion we've already had, and we risk boring ourselves by repeating it.
Queen - Pain Is So Close To Pleasure
(Derogation from the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we’re going with the English-speaking realm; after all, do we want to say it or not, that not only in the Boot are musical careers, once a beacon for many, often ended in an undignified and shameful way?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ninth installment of a delightful little column that I remind you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a habit of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I present to you a few selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the production of some English-speaking bands or solo artists who truly made their mark in Music History, once offering quality music with potential international outreach, only to then fall into the quagmire of a low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the fetid trumpets sound, let’s go...
Today we highlight the awful phases of another group that, unlike others, embraced a more pop and brazenly commercial vein before many other contemporary bands did the same, demonstrating, if nothing else, a certain knack for what we might call commercialism. That the exceptional voice of Mercury managed to lift from the mire often less than mediocre songs is a discussion we've already had, and we risk boring ourselves by repeating it.
Queen - Pain Is So Close To Pleasure
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7 aug 20
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