kept us on edge until the last. In a "push push", a "Votta Votta," a "Streatham Streatham" and a "Trasi Trasi" in the end megastraficone "Pur Sang" of that strand of the schismatic neomelodesimo we have learned to appreciate in recent years, pace school of avant-garde sound of the now passed (but too tight) Enzo Sorrentino, has given birth to her latest album. The labors, the say to those who still skeptical of this new doctrine neomelodica gricignanese undertaken by Sandro Sani, have given their results. Listening to the latter work, sorry, masterpiece recording, in fact, has the feeling of traveling, traveling in a new dimension of human life. And there will bea as an infant struggling with the maternal breast. We will not dwell too much. We will not remove his whim. We know that running en masse to Buy the masterpiece of this little gem singing born of the thriving town of Gricignano di Aversa, a man, a myth: Sandro Sani!
Peppeniello Scazzacane
