Studio 3
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Did I ever tell you that Britney Spears was the greatest scam in the history of rock & pop music? For once in my life, I was wrong—there’s someone who did even worse than the American star and the Beatles... Studio 3. Eastern outskirts of Milan, Cologno, Pioltello, Cernusco. Two twenty-year-olds meet with the "artistic" producer Kikko heading towards the recording studio. It is here they meet Marco, the right voice needed for the band to strike hundreds of ignorant teenage girls straight to the heart, the voice needed by the record label to make money, and the voice (or perhaps it’s better to say the "face") that the 3 guys need to be launched into the infamous music industry. According to "Vetro" himself, the "band," planned out and obviously devoid of any artistic depth (unless flirtation, silly poses, and branded clothes count as such values) is nothing more than a means, a springboard to get in, to get known by the right people who might one day allow them to make music "seriously" as far as their abilities (at least debatable) allow them. Obviously, the "springboard" is quite shaky given the total disgrace the guys have now suffered by recording an "album of this kind." This "album" is a joke, a rip-off. The lyrics are ignoble, the arrangements pompous but mediocre (a whopping 34 violins in "Solo te"). Innovation? ZERO. The label of a stupid boy band for horny teenage girls is something no one will ever take away from you; you know, you remain a boy band until death do you part.

In short, obviously we haven't listened to the album (as if we’d have time with all the albums we have to listen to, all the movies to review, all the places to visit, all the political events to judge, all the wanks to fit in our remaining free time) the two tracks released as singles caught on the radio a couple of times were enough, alas, to give a completely objective judgment on this "thing." At least we give them a 1 for the clothing and attention to appearance. A must-have...

P.S.: Expert wannabes & the like, refrain from useless comments. The review is useless, they are useless, you are useless, life is useless... but I am Il lucertola Piero and I can do anything...