Fourteenth bout of vomit-inducing nonsense birthed by the insane minds of artists or groups, both Anglophone and Italian-speaking, who brought us joy and satisfaction in the early parts of their careers only to bitterly despair us when they decided to steer their products in a wallet-friendly direction that was hardly appreciable 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 balls, or, in the case of the ladies, your illustrious gonads, inflicting wounds that are difficult to heal. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting to you, from Dublin, the Udue, in short, the Iucciù, fine, the U2...

Take this low blow...

U2 - Stuck In A Moment