The very worst thing about Italy is not Silvio Berlusconi, the Camorra or endemic corruption. For as long as I’ve been visiting the place the pop music has made me weep with fury. It’s unbelievably, cosmically atrocious. You would chop your own head off to avoid listening to fifteen minutes of the shite
See if you can make sense of this track “Trotsky Burger” (sic) by a tosser called Gazebo. “Tosser” is a dialect word from Puglia which roughly translates as “a wanker who thinks he’s really cool but isn’t to people with any sense.”





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