False growth, how about? Huh? How? A violinist? World famous? And what the fuck does he know about music, kilopagait’s just a rosikone, great Damiano with stockings great girlfriend of Damiano great Vic with plasters on her boobs that she doesn’t have. This Ugo Ughi is a to gnaw because i Maneskin they are famous and he is not, they play around and he je would likethey have the covers and nobody buggers him.
Uto Ughi needs no introduction, those who know him know who he is, those who don’t know who he is, even if you explain it to him, don’t understand it because he is illiterate of any expressive, artistic, ethical, moral and mental code. And what did the virtuoso say? A trivial thing, in the end he even went easy: “The Maneskins are an insult to culture and art”. As if to say that the sun shines high in the sky. Ughi, it’s clear, thinks like an advanced, classic musician, with all the pride, arrogance and limits of his role: in the past he has spent many contemptuous words for popular genres, for rock, which he does not conceive, does not understand and, as said Flaiano, “I don’t understand it and I don’t like it”.
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But here there is nothing to understand, or rather there is nothing to understand. Under the hairstyles that reveal the true faces of these anonymous prophets of emptiness, zero charisma, nothingness. Behind the bonfire of vanities, ashes of nothing. Strange that fools still don’t have access to them, but not so strange, wouldn’t they be fools who, teaches the mother of all ManeskinWanna Marchi, “they should be buggered”.
Great, too. If that’s not enough, let’s have the bizarre wedding ceremony of the 4 for the launch of the new horrid record Rush; Republic, what else?, celebrates the farce in hagiographic terms: Hollywood: “Baz Luhrmann, Machine Gun Kelly, Manuel Agnelli, Cathy La Torre, Fletcher Donohue, Paulo Dybala, Lorenzo Pellegrini, Oriana Sabatini, Fedez, Sabrina Impacciatore, Sylvia De Fanti, Benedetta Porcaroli, Shablo , Floria Sigismondi, Jason Rothman. The evening began with a little thriller: the former director of Gucci Alessandro Michele introduced the band, but for over ten minutes the scene remained empty, the band didn’t enter and nobody knew what to do. Then, finally, the triumphal entry and the most awaited moment: the marriage is celebrated, in the name of Apollo god of music. A very spectacular ‘altar’ was set up in the room with large candelabra and red flowers, and the brochure illustrating the group’s new album was placed in each of the chairs that awaited the guests. Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas were all four dressed in white, each with a bouquet of red flowers, to say yes”.
Rest assured that within a year they will say no, i.e. free exit, the three side dishes for a walk in the streets of Rome and the so-called singer burnout in solo racing. Being artistically little or nothing, he will find himself so lonely who will start with reunions, such as Pooh and Rich and Poor, only these will not be 30 yet, and the dupes they oooh. Everything was already planned.
Another big scam, like that of the Sex Pistols, who didn’t know how to do much but in comparison are from the pantheon of rock. Iih, kittipaga, rosikone, they played with Iggy Pop and Tom Morello. They don’t even know who it is. They opened for the Rolling Stones. Yeah, with Keith Richards muttering: who the fuck are these? Keep them away from me. Money opens all doors, if your name is Agnelli, even Manuel, you know it well but for heaven’s sake let’s forget the rockthe music, the talent, the references rolling into the graves.
Maneskins are an insult to culture and art: if we really have to blame his majesty Uto Ughi, it’s for the utmost banality, even if every now and then it must be said that the battleship Potemkin is crazy bullshit. Battleship Maneskin not even this, it’s social dust, it’s nothing, the new record, cost like a green transition because they put the worst of the global music business into it, it sucks, and we remain guaranteed. Nor does it pretend to do anything else, they are there to make money, while it lasts. Until the fools break up inkulare.
Don’t shoot the violinist, just shoot the reporter, who then repents in a moment and moves on to the next piddino-globallist antics even less.
Max Del Papa, January 20, 2023
