When in 1990 all the (free?) radios were playing the little song (s)balliamo sul mondo, I rented the CD from the curly-haired pseudo rockstar/flatulent/demoralizing/cor reggese/regional guy who was now bald and bleating. I listened to it once and returned it to the legendary Pinto (the one on Via Veneto, the Brescians know). As usual, he didn’t understand a thing (oh Valeria) and the curly-haired demoralizing and flatulent guy became an idol of the masses... if there was ever any rock in Italy, in my opinion, that was the end. Ligabue - Sogni di rock'n'roll (Ligabue) it would have been better if he had continued to dream.