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Rating: Yesterday I bought the usual magazine and after flipping through a few pages, my heart skipped a beat reading this stuff: «... Ya Know? Fifteen new unreleased tracks by Joey Ramone».
Which, translated, means they have pilfered home recordings of Joey's voice, gathered a bunch of people who had nothing better to do and built songs around them, then hit the streets looking for a record label so desperate that they’d release such a travesty.
The organizer of all this is Joey's brother: damn, better to have Cain as a brother than someone like this!
If at least all of this served to bring Joey back from the grave, just long enough to say Albertone's words in «Il Marchese Del Grillo»: however, I am who I am, and you are ...
And if Beppe Grillo organized the Vaffa Day, this is the Vaffa Review.
Cordially dedicated primarily to Mickey Leigh, then to Little Steven, Richie Ramone, Ed Stasium, and many others. The only reason to buy the album is to know who else is involved, to send them such dedication.
And then, what's the next event? The triple DVD-blueray-dolbysurround of Johnny's Super8 home movies at the age of ten, laughing amusedly while wielding the toy guitar given to him by his mother?
Anyway, Jeff "Joey Ramone" Hyman died on April 15, 2001: at least they could have released this crap in time for the anniversary!
And the judgment will never change, even if the content was better than a missile fired at Russia.
For me, I prefer to remember him this way, as insignificant as it may be. Goodbye Joey.
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