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A round of CioniMario for the whole bar!
 
HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 4: Eric Clapton

(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or solo artists. This time, we’re going with the English-speaking, in short, let’s say it: is it not true that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and unworthy musical careers have been completed, which once paved the way for everyone?)

Friends, welcome to the tenth installment of this delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by great DeBaser aficionados who occasionally like to stick two fingers down their throats, here I am proposing a few selected listens regarding the disgusting side of the output of some groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, offering, in the past, quality music with potential international appeal, only to later fall into the quagmire of a low-quality discography that made them, for the most part, unrecognizable to the ears of their former fans.

Let the foul horns sound, come on...

A couple of listens to testify how even Slowhand, whom I count among my all-time favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set out to demolish, with a discography worthy of a half-baked landing sock, the good, the excellent, the essential things—we might say—he had built between the early '60s and the mid-'70s. I won’t remind you of his merits, just as I won’t list the seminal groups he was part of that contributed to modernizing the blues and hybridizing it with rock until it became a unique genre....

Believe In Life - Eric Clapton
 
Hawkwind / Assault and Battery part I ~ The Golden Void part II
In their sound, there's the essence of (almost) everything.
 
HOW TO RUIN A CAREER, ANGLOPHONE SECTION, vol. 4: Eric Clapton

(An exception to the usual review of Italian talents, bands, or soloists. This time, we’re going Anglophone, shall we dare to say that it’s not only in the Boot that disgraceful and undignified musical careers take shape, which once paved the way for everyone?)

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the tenth installment of a delightful little column that, I must warn you, should be taken in small doses and on an empty stomach. Inspired by some excellent DeBaser fans with a hobby of occasionally sticking their fingers down their throats, here I am to propose a few select listens that highlight the disgusting side of the output of certain Anglophone groups or solo artists who truly made Music History, once offering quality music with potential international appeal, only to fall into the quagmire of an extremely low-tier discography that renders them largely unrecognizable to the ears of former fans.

Let us blow into the fetid trumpets, let’s go...

A couple of listens to witness how even Slowhand, who I count among my absolute favorite Artists, spent a middle age, roughly coinciding with the '80s/'90s, in which he deliberately set about demolishing, through a discography worthy of a worn-out landing sock, all that was good, excellent, and indispensable he had built between the early '60s and the mid-'70s. I won’t remind you of his merits just as I won’t list the seminal groups he was part of that contributed to the rejuvenation of blues and its hybridization with rock until they became a unique genre...

Fall like rain - Eric Clapton
 
Rejoice (Remastered 2008)

I can't change the world but I can change the world in me
 
Plaid - The Digging Remedy (Full Album) [WARP277]

Now it's not plaid season, but these Plaids here (a.k.a. Black Dog) can be enjoyed in any season.
 
Mio fratello è figlio unico

My brother is an only child because he believes that playing video games is a way to make a living.
 
Nice To Be Here
#finallyimoody
 
Bauhaus - Mask
1920's German expressionist filmmakers this is Bauhaus in sound.
 
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Mamuthones - Show Me
The Only True Unimitable...... jesters of the Kingdom.