RUSH!

It is I, the one who hates fun. Whenever I feel an ounce of happiness, I just... I lose all control. I simply die inside, and I need to return to my Feldman to remain grounded in reality.

...ok, but seriously, it is precisely because I need the pop music I listen to to actually BE fun that I hate Maneskin. Shit's so devoid of any sort of substance whatsoever, with the most pathetic songs I've ever heard, bland performances, and predictable at every turn. More power to you if you're one of the (seemingly) few people who actually get something from this. Whatever that is, I literally do not know (nor care to know tbh). But like hell am I gonna pretend that one of the most mundane, dull, overlong albums I've ever had the displeasure of listening has any sort of worth at all. This shit is so devoid of character, passion, ANYTHING, that I can't even pretend that this has anything of worth in its entire 52 minute run time.

Yet again, modern pop proves itself to be lacking in ideas and relying too heavily on potential hits to actually make an album worth listening to front-to-back.

Also, that Tom Morello feature must be the most pathetic thing (musically) he's ever attached his name to. Sure, his solo career and Prophets of Rage aren't exactly good in any sense of the word either, but you can tell with Gossip that Morello was not trying AT ALL. Literally the most depressingly laughable display from an artist I would've once called one of my all-time favourite guitarists.