HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we’re venturing into the Anglophone world; come on, shall we admit it or not that it's not only in the Boot that musical careers are brought to an unworthy and disgraceful end, careers that once paved the way for everyone?)
Dear 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 some excellent DeBaser enthusiasts who occasionally shove their fingers down their throats, here I present to you a few carefully selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made a mark in the History of Music, once offering quality music with potential international flair, only to end up in the doldrums of a low-quality discography that renders them, for the most part, 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 so much to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he indulged in disco influences only to embark on a new career marked by the emptiest of mushiness and such repetitive songwriting that the first thing one thinks upon hearing one of his products is, my goodness, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... Therefore, more than "Reg Strikes Back," we might be inclined to favor "Strike Reg On His Back," let’s say...
Oh my, I feel ill, is there a suitable place—what do I know, a vomitorium?
Elton John - On Dark Street (Studio Version)
(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we’re venturing into the Anglophone world; come on, shall we admit it or not that it's not only in the Boot that musical careers are brought to an unworthy and disgraceful end, careers that once paved the way for everyone?)
Dear 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 some excellent DeBaser enthusiasts who occasionally shove their fingers down their throats, here I present to you a few carefully selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made a mark in the History of Music, once offering quality music with potential international flair, only to end up in the doldrums of a low-quality discography that renders them, for the most part, 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 so much to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he indulged in disco influences only to embark on a new career marked by the emptiest of mushiness and such repetitive songwriting that the first thing one thinks upon hearing one of his products is, my goodness, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... Therefore, more than "Reg Strikes Back," we might be inclined to favor "Strike Reg On His Back," let’s say...
Oh my, I feel ill, is there a suitable place—what do I know, a vomitorium?
Elton John - On Dark Street (Studio Version)
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12 aug 20
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