HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John
(Exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or soloists. This time we’re going Anglo-speaking; let’s face it, shall we, not only in Italy are there music careers that were once glorious and now disgracefully deflated?)
Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a charming little column that I warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of some Anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who truly made History in Music, offering quality music with potentially international appeal, only to fall into the depths of a low-tier discography that renders them mostly unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the foul trumpets sound, onward...
We now turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed significantly to rock ‘n’ roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he started dabbling in disco-dance and then began a new career marked by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thought that comes to mind upon hearing one of his products is “Goodness, I’ve heard this already, and not just once or twice…” So, rather than “Reg Strikes Back,” we might be inclined to say “Strike Reg On His Back,” let’s be honest.
Mid-1980s, enjoy, people of low morals and none at all.
Don't Trust That Woman
(Exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or soloists. This time we’re going Anglo-speaking; let’s face it, shall we, not only in Italy are there music careers that were once glorious and now disgracefully deflated?)
Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a charming little column that I warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of some Anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who truly made History in Music, offering quality music with potentially international appeal, only to fall into the depths of a low-tier discography that renders them mostly unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let the foul trumpets sound, onward...
We now turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed significantly to rock ‘n’ roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he started dabbling in disco-dance and then began a new career marked by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thought that comes to mind upon hearing one of his products is “Goodness, I’ve heard this already, and not just once or twice…” So, rather than “Reg Strikes Back,” we might be inclined to say “Strike Reg On His Back,” let’s be honest.
Mid-1980s, enjoy, people of low morals and none at all.
Don't Trust That Woman
Dislocation
12 aug 20
DeRank ™: 1,75
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