Italian's seem to love their pop music to be comprised almost entirely of dreary ballads. Most of all they seem to love Biagio Antonacci's Il Cielo Ha Una Porta Sola (roughly translated, I think, as "The sky has one door only". The fire marshals will be onto him sooner or later.)
You can guarantee to hear it on any radio station if you wait for up to ten minutes. You can also guarantee that The Seffalice will be squawking along, "Tuuuuuuu mi piaceeeeeeee, tuuuuuuuu mi diceeeeeeeeee". If you want to be able to sing along with us when gathered round the campfire you can learn the lyrics here.
The remainder of pretty much all radio stations' playlists are composed of English-language limp efforts from usual suspects Coldplay, Killers, Dido, Beyonce and James Morrison, plus these Italian-language favourites that are played over and over again:
- Novembre is as upbeat as it gets for Italian artists who steer away from the road marked 'Eurohouse'. La Seffalice doesn't like this one but I find it pretty catchy in a The-Woman-Singing-From-The-Meatloaf's-Bat-Out-Of-Hell-Album-Does-Eurovision way. "A novembre, la città si accende in un istante". Brilliant. It's all about November, you see. Out of date now though.
- Alla Mia Età by Tiziano Ferro. Don't bother listening to this one.
- This fellow Jovanotti is like musical mogadon but he does sport a unkempt beard which gives him one free pass. But not two.
- Ligabue looks like he's trying to be Correggio's Jimmy Nail but according to Wikipedia he's actually Perugia's Tim Healy.
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