HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John
(Derogation from the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time we’re going anglophrone, come on, shall we say it or not that it’s not only in Italy that musical careers, once bright, are brought to an undignified and disgraceful conclusion?)
Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserians who occasionally plunge two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few carefully selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the output from some anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who have genuinely made music history, once offering quality music with international appeal, only to later fall into the quicksand of a low-tier discography that renders them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s sound the foul trumpets, onward...
Now, we turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so much good to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the fabulous 1970s. After that, he let himself slip into disco and dance incursions, only to start a new career characterized by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thing that comes to mind when listening to one of his products is that, by golly, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... So, more than "Reg Strikes Back", we would be inclined to say "Strike Reg On His Back", let’s put it that way.
Elton John - The Camera Never Lies (1988) With Lyrics!
(Derogation from the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time we’re going anglophrone, come on, shall we say it or not that it’s not only in Italy that musical careers, once bright, are brought to an undignified and disgraceful conclusion?)
Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserians who occasionally plunge two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few carefully selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the output from some anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who have genuinely made music history, once offering quality music with international appeal, only to later fall into the quicksand of a low-tier discography that renders them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s sound the foul trumpets, onward...
Now, we turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so much good to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the fabulous 1970s. After that, he let himself slip into disco and dance incursions, only to start a new career characterized by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thing that comes to mind when listening to one of his products is that, by golly, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... So, more than "Reg Strikes Back", we would be inclined to say "Strike Reg On His Back", let’s put it that way.
Elton John - The Camera Never Lies (1988) With Lyrics!
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