Someone opined a few days ago that the musical buck stops once you cross the alps and go South. In this guy’s august take on the scene, only classical music remains. But rock, folk, and – for sure – metal take a nosedive to nothingness once you start cruising along the Po. And truly so, things change indeed, but not quite this way. From German precision, French bonhomie, or the British stiff upper lip and lukewarm beer, you change into a more laid-back realm. But this does not mean the non-existence of modern music, bad quality, or – Loki forbid … [...] Click to raid more!