HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 5: Santana
(Digression from the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we venture into the anglo-speaking territory; shall we say it or not that not only in the Boot are musical careers completed in an unworthy and indecorous manner, careers that once paved the way for everyone?)
Dear friends, welcome to the eleventh block of a charming little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserians with the hobby of occasionally gagging themselves, here I propose few select listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some groups or anglophone solo artists who have truly shaped the History of Music, once offering quality music with potentially international appeal, only to fall into the mire of a low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s give breath to the foul trumpets, onward...
There was a moment in the history of international music when saying "Santana" equated to "Promises never kept" or, in some local Secoya dialects, even "Sold-out piece of trash."
But let's not exaggerate, even though Carletto has done more than his namesake in France. Instead, let’s search among the most obscure and foul proofs of his misdeeds.
With this filthy mess, we close the chapter on Santana, but new, threatening clouds loom on the horizon.
It's a promise.
Santana (Marathon) - You Know That I Love You
(Digression from the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we venture into the anglo-speaking territory; shall we say it or not that not only in the Boot are musical careers completed in an unworthy and indecorous manner, careers that once paved the way for everyone?)
Dear friends, welcome to the eleventh block of a charming little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserians with the hobby of occasionally gagging themselves, here I propose few select listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some groups or anglophone solo artists who have truly shaped the History of Music, once offering quality music with potentially international appeal, only to fall into the mire of a low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s give breath to the foul trumpets, onward...
There was a moment in the history of international music when saying "Santana" equated to "Promises never kept" or, in some local Secoya dialects, even "Sold-out piece of trash."
But let's not exaggerate, even though Carletto has done more than his namesake in France. Instead, let’s search among the most obscure and foul proofs of his misdeeds.
With this filthy mess, we close the chapter on Santana, but new, threatening clouds loom on the horizon.
It's a promise.
Santana (Marathon) - You Know That I Love You
Dislocation
11 aug 20
DeRank ™: 1,17
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