HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 5: Santana

(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups or soloists. This time we’re diving into the Anglophone world; after all, shall we admit it or not that it’s not just in the Boot that disgraceful and undignified musical careers continue to unfold, which once paved the way for everyone?)

Dear friends, welcome to the eleventh block of an amusing little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts who occasionally indulge in a little self-induced purging, here I am to propose a few select listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made history in music, offering high-quality music with potential international appeal, only to fall into the stagnant waters of a very low-tier discography to the point that they’ve become largely unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s sound the foul trumpets, come on…

There was a moment in the history of international music when saying "Santana" was equivalent to "Unkept Promises" or, in some local dialects of the Secoya, even "Sold-Out Piece of Junk."
But let’s not exaggerate, even if Carletto has done more than his namesake in France. Let’s rather search for the most hidden, and rancid, evidence of his wrongdoings.

I really want to ruin your afternoon…

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