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

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

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the thirteenth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by some excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few select listens concerning the disgusting side of the production of certain groups or solo artists, anglophone artists who have genuinely made history in music, once offering quality music with a potentially international flair, only to later flounder in the shallow waters of a very low-quality discography, rendering them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.

Let’s get things going...

This man has carefully cultivated the fusion of blues-based rock and singer-songwriter music, with lyrics that may not have withstood the various changes in society and culture, not to mention certain political gestures that... alright, Dislo, stop being a pain in the ass and let’s hear Finardi at the end of the rope...

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