Growing up on a diet of Italian pop in the 1980s, a friend of mine once said it was all sub-Eurovision pap compared to the emerald mines that were the UK and US chart music of the period. This banger suggests she was very much mistaken.
Gloriously overproduced with bad hair and terrible dancing (check out the rhythm guitarist's rubbery legs), the release did better in Belgium than in Italy. But Ti Sento (I Hear You) matters where it counts - and that's in the choonage department.
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