PGR
D'anime e d'animali

THE REVIEW

I'll be brief:
Initially, CCCP had a certain taste for provocation and madness that made their musical mediocrity passable and intriguing: very useful in the barbaric eighties.
Afterwards, C.S.I, a great passion for titles like American fiction, became that pretentious abortion where the funereal song of a skinny guy was so disgusting he repeated the same dirge on the same note until the listener's death...
Human messages and perhaps some quality political messages, but also pretentious and jinxing lyrics like the song of the aforementioned Biafra, with all due respect to the mentioned people.

Now these P.G.R., even the choice of name would justify a loud: "You've broken the pebbles...", but hordes of "alternative" youths with a dog always ready for a challenge, the cops on their heels and the book of poetry in their pocket, to show how cultured they are, have embraced them as excellent "poets" of the contemporary chaos.

Here the scream, certainly more articulated and imaginative than the skinny guy's dirge, becomes obligatory and among the two mandatory chords and the most pretentious lyrics possible, erupts a: "Enough." clear and concise.