The Zen Circus - Pisa merda
just to stay on topic. It's a reality.
 
HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John

(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or solo artists. This time we’re venturing into the Anglophone world; come on, shall we admit it or not that it's not only in the Boot that musical careers are brought to an unworthy and disgraceful end, careers that once paved the way for everyone?)

Dear friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that I warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by some excellent DeBaser enthusiasts who occasionally shove their fingers down their throats, here I present to you a few carefully selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the production of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who have truly made a mark in the History of Music, once offering quality music with potential international flair, only to end up in the doldrums of a low-quality discography that renders them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.

Let the foul trumpets sound, onward...

We now turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so much to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he indulged in disco influences only to embark on a new career marked by the emptiest of mushiness and such repetitive songwriting that the first thing one thinks upon hearing one of his products is, my goodness, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... Therefore, more than "Reg Strikes Back," we might be inclined to favor "Strike Reg On His Back," let’s say...

Oh my, I feel ill, is there a suitable place—what do I know, a vomitorium?

Elton John - On Dark Street (Studio Version)
 
Al Di Meola - The Wizard

Out of this world
 
Nucleus - Torrid Zone (Remastered) [Jazz Fusion - Jazz-Rock] (1970)
The perfect track by Ian Carr and company, along with Song for the bearded lady.
 
HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John

(Exception to the usual review of Italian talents, groups, or soloists. This time we’re going Anglo-speaking; let’s face it, shall we, not only in Italy are there music careers that were once glorious and now disgracefully deflated?)

Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a charming little column that I warn you should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaser enthusiasts with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of some Anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who truly made History in Music, offering quality music with potentially international appeal, only to fall into the depths of a low-tier discography that renders them mostly unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.

Let the foul trumpets sound, onward...

We now turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed significantly to rock ‘n’ roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the famous 1970s. After that, he started dabbling in disco-dance and then began a new career marked by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thought that comes to mind upon hearing one of his products is “Goodness, I’ve heard this already, and not just once or twice…” So, rather than “Reg Strikes Back,” we might be inclined to say “Strike Reg On His Back,” let’s be honest.

Mid-1980s, enjoy, people of low morals and none at all.

Don't Trust That Woman
 
HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 6: Elton John

(Derogation from the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time we’re going anglophrone, come on, shall we say it or not that it’s not only in Italy that musical careers, once bright, are brought to an undignified and disgraceful conclusion?)

Friends, welcome to the twelfth installment of a delightful little column that, I warn you, should be taken in minimal doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by excellent DeBaserians who occasionally plunge two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few carefully selected listens concerning the disgusting side of the output from some anglo-speaking groups or solo artists who have genuinely made music history, once offering quality music with international appeal, only to later fall into the quicksand of a low-tier discography that renders them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.

Let’s sound the foul trumpets, onward...

Now, we turn our attention to the discography of Sir Reginald, who contributed so much good to the cause of rock and roll and songwriting in general until, roughly, the end of the fabulous 1970s. After that, he let himself slip into disco and dance incursions, only to start a new career characterized by the most empty sentimentality and such repetitive writing that the first thing that comes to mind when listening to one of his products is that, by golly, I’ve heard this before, and not just once or twice... So, more than "Reg Strikes Back", we would be inclined to say "Strike Reg On His Back", let’s put it that way.

Elton John - The Camera Never Lies (1988) With Lyrics!
 
Fela Kuti - Shakara
For my Non-Wedding, we will only listen to Fela Kuti!
 
Well tuned to #radiocapish

Today, setting aside our summer column, I’d like to propose a listen that’s different from the usual. "Dialoghi del presente" (1977) is the only LP published during the life of Luciano Cilio (1950 - 1983). If you don’t know it, take my word for it (for once I feel confident): give it a listen!

For more information: Luciano Cilio - Wikipedia
Luciano Cilio - Dialoghi Del Presente | Pubblicazioni | Discogs

Here’s the little page of @[odradek] that introduced me to it (blessed be Debaser for this!): Dell'universo Assente - Luciano Cilio - Recensione di odradek

Happy listening.

P.S. I just found out that in 2018 "I nastri ritrovati" by L. Cilio was published by Konsequenz (in a limited and numbered edition). I haven’t had the chance to listen to it closely yet, but I think it’s worth checking out: Luciano Cilio, Girolamo De Simone - I Nastri Ritrovati (2018, Vinyl) | Discogs

Luciano Cilio - Dialoghi del presente (Full Album)
 
The Psychedelic Furs - Don't Believe (Official Audio)
a bit of strength has gone, the search for the somewhat predictable melody. they have returned to me (them too).