Picking up on the brilliant idea of @[Alemarcon] to revive the brilliant idea of @[Martello], I would like to make, as a further kick in the... erm, preview of the columns that will start in a week, a ranking of the worst albums by Antonello Venditti (from 1991 to 2015, excluding "Dalla pelle al cuore" from 2007) from the least unbearable to the peak of absolute diarrhea.

No. 5: "Unica" (2011)
After the previous and almost tolerable "Dalla pelle al cuore," many of Antonello's fans had hoped for a possible artistic rebirth. Four years later, here comes Antonello to serve us the new album. Promise kept? Not even close with the fog! If the title track, the first single released, didn't promise anything good, the rest of the album is probably worse. Some passages are almost interesting ("Ti ricordi il cielo" above all) but absolutely fail to save the album.

The masterpiece of the album: La Ragazza Del Lunedì
 
Indian Summer - Glimpse (1971) A very beautiful album, it's a shame it remains unique without perhaps giving them the chance to make an additional leap in quality.
 
Excerpt from Cosmolinea B-2, section Microfantascienza per tutti 1.6.
The Search by Fredric Brown.
"Welcome to paradise, Peter," said the kindly man with the long white beard, smiling at him. "My name is the same, you know? I hope you find it good here." And Peter, who was only four years old, passed through the gate and began his search for God. He walked down immaculate streets lined with splendid buildings and filled with happy people, but he did not find God. He continued searching until he felt utterly exhausted, yet even then, he pressed on. Someone spoke to him, but he did not stop. Finally, he arrived in front of a shining palace of gold: it was larger than all the others, so large that he understood he had finally arrived where God lived. As he approached, the great portals opened, and he entered. At the far end of the vast hall stood a large golden throne, but God was not there. The floor was soft and silky, completely quilted. In the middle of the room, halfway between the door and the throne, Peter sat down to wait for God. After a while, he lay down and fell asleep. He slept only for a few minutes, or perhaps for years, but eventually, he was awakened by a sweet sound of footsteps. He realized that God was coming and woke up joyfully. It was God. His eyes fell on Peter and lit up with instant delight. Peter ran toward him. "Hello, Peter," God said softly, placing a hand on his head. He then looked toward the throne, and His face changed. He slowly knelt down and bowed His head, as if He were afraid. But what could God be afraid of? Peter knew that God was pretending, but he played along. He wagged his tail to signify that he understood it was all a game and then turned around and barked at the light shining on the golden throne.
Original title: Search, 1954.
 
Blue Oyster Cult - Golden Age of Leather
@[fedezan76] I’ll take some work off your hands!
 
Daryl Hall - NYCNY (1977)

Stunning voice, powerful, at times terrifying in its effectiveness and range, and to think that many know him only for the sugary treats he served up with Oates...
Bob Fripp courted him for years to have him as the lead vocalist in the reformed King Crimson... in the meantime, he produced this fantastic album that sold six copies and left both critics and the public baffled.
 
Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #2 (Laika) (Official Video)
 
Fall - Printhead
How could I not invite them to my birthday!
 
Yngwie Malmsteen - Save Our Love (HQ)

Who dares to assert that Malmsteen lacks "feeling"?
 
Pere Ubu - Laughing
And with this, I kick off my 29th year! AHAH
 
Recalling the brilliant idea of @[Alemarcon] to revisit the brilliant idea of @[Martello], I would like to make, as an additional kick in the...erm, sneak peek of the columns that will start in a week, a ranking of the worst albums by Antonello Venditti (from 1991 to 2015, excluding "Dalla pelle al cuore" from 2007) from the least unbearable to the peak of absolute diarrhea.

N°6: "Benvenuti in paradiso" (1991)
Here it is! The first piece of crap from start to finish by an now completely bewildered Antonello Venditti. He tries to pick up the path traced by the previous (and still dignified) "In questo mondo di ladri," but in fact, it doesn’t hold up to comparison. Perhaps, and I emphasize #PERHAPS, there are a few vaguely almost-dignified passages left, but they are all drowned in lyrics on the verge of indecency and arrangements comparable to a bucket of cold water poured over your balls. But since what’s to come will be much worse, I can’t bring myself to give it 1 lousy point, so in a generous spirit, I assign it a one-and-a-half rounded up for affection to two.

The crap work of the album: Benvenuti in paradiso
 
Il corvo torvo

Maybe... also on the Vinicione...
 
Waitaminute

Peter Herbolzheimer - from "Waitaminute"
1973 - (MPS)

#jazzlegends
 
07 - Jugband Blues - Pink Floyd

it will be COVID's fault...