Fourteenth block of nauseating nonsense spawned by the insane minds of artists or groups, both Anglophone and Italophone, who brought us joy and satisfaction in the early stages of their respective careers, only to later bitterly disappoint us when they chose to steer their products in a wallet-friendly direction that was poorly appreciated from a purely artistic standpoint. After New Trolls, PFM, Banco, Orme, Litfiba, Sorrenti, and then Genesis, EL&P, Queen, Santana, Clapton, Elton John, and our own Finardi, here I am, negatively tickling your noble scrotums, or, in the case of the feminine, your illustrious gonads, inflicting wounds that are difficult to heal. Ladies and gentlemen, here you have, from Dublin, the Udue, well, the Iucciù, fine, the U2...

Summer of Love U2