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

(A momentary return to the usual review of Italian talents short on ideas and money, groups or soloists)

Friends, welcome to the thirteenth installment of a pleasant little column that I warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserian fans with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few select listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of some English-speaking groups or solo artists who have truly made history in music, once offering quality music that had the potential for international appeal, only to fall into the backwaters of a very low-quality discography that makes them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.
Let’s sound the foul trumpets, come on...

This man has carefully cultivated the fusion of blues-rooted rock and singer-songwriter music, with lyrics that may not have aged well against the various changes in society and customs, not to mention some movements in the political sphere that......... okay, Dislo, don’t break our balls and let us hear Finardi at the end of his rope...

Alright, I’ll be nice, I really can’t present you with this crap without warning you first.... Have you finished digesting? In that case, you have a good chance of not expelling the sumptuous meal. Otherwise, wait and, if needed, equip yourself with a suitable container..... I warned you.

Eugenio Finardi Ambaraboogie