HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONIC SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John
(An exception to the usual showcase of Italian talents, groups, or soloists. This time we're stepping into the Anglophone realm—come on, shall we admit that it's not just in the Boot that musical careers, which once paved the way for all, come to an end in a disgraceful and undignified manner?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that I must warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser members with a hobby of occasionally sticking two fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made music history, once offering quality music with an international flair, only to later fall into the mire of a very low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans. Let’s blow the foul trumpets, shall we...
Now, let's delve into the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so positively to rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous '70s. After that, he veered into disco-dance incursions before embarking on a new career characterized by the most empty melodrama and such repetitive writing that the first thing one tends to say upon hearing one of his products is, good grief, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... Thus, more than “Reg Strikes Back,” we might be inclined to say “Strike Reg On His Back,” let’s put it that way...
Let's take another look at the baronet's career, come on...
Elton John - Club At The End Of The Street
(An exception to the usual showcase of Italian talents, groups, or soloists. This time we're stepping into the Anglophone realm—come on, shall we admit that it's not just in the Boot that musical careers, which once paved the way for all, come to an end in a disgraceful and undignified manner?)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that I must warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser members with a hobby of occasionally sticking two fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made music history, once offering quality music with an international flair, only to later fall into the mire of a very low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans. Let’s blow the foul trumpets, shall we...
Now, let's delve into the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so positively to rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous '70s. After that, he veered into disco-dance incursions before embarking on a new career characterized by the most empty melodrama and such repetitive writing that the first thing one tends to say upon hearing one of his products is, good grief, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... Thus, more than “Reg Strikes Back,” we might be inclined to say “Strike Reg On His Back,” let’s put it that way...
Let's take another look at the baronet's career, come on...
Elton John - Club At The End Of The Street
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