HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ITALOPHONE SECTION, vol. 7: Eugenio Finardi

(A temporary return to the usual review of Italian wits short on ideas and money, groups or solo artists)

Friends, welcome to the thirteenth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with the hobby of putting two fingers down their throats every now and then, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some anglofono groups or solo artists who have truly made their mark in the History of Music, once offering quality music with international potential, only to end up in the quagmire of a low-quality discography that has rendered them mostly unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.
Let’s blow into the foul trumpets, let’s go...

This man has carefully cultivated the fusion of blues-based rock and singer-songwriter tunes, with lyrics that might not have weathered well the various changes in society and fashion, not shying away from certain political moves that......... alright, Dislo, don’t mess with us and let’s hear Finardi at the end of his rope.

Musica desideria