Music critics are the best Italian comedians.
This LP is called punk, Italian critics are idiots.
This is just rock'n'roll.
The crazy sax in Signore Degli Imbecilli, the triumphant march of Sayonara.
The Caribbean doubts of I.A.C.P. Blues (does it prophesize D'Alema?), the aesthetics of Dada Boutique.
The big guitars of Noi stiamo Bene, the reggae in Eva Jakie.
The mocking of Mamma Aiutami Tu.
The peripheral story of East Ponziana, the recovery of old electric guitars in Giù In Cantina.
The warbles of Ivan Cattaneo (who else?) in Gay.
They give us an album that calling it punk is idiotic.
This is just love for rock'n'roll.
1979 the only album from this band from the Triveneto region produced by a certain Gino D'Eliso
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