- Audio CD (June 22, 1993)
- Number of Discs: 1
- Label: Scotti Bros.
- ASIN: B000000U79
- Average Customer Review: 3.8 out of 5 stars See all reviews (26 customer reviews)
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #169,267 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)
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Fabio (yes, *THAT* Fabio) stumbles through breathy soliloquies on romance, over an über-schmaltzy soft-porn beat that does not change throughout the entire CD. As if you hadn't guessed, his musings delve deep into the uncharted realms of corniness. No, seriously. However corny you're imagining it to be right now, think cornier. Nope, cornier than that. Nope, keep going. Now you're getting close.
Fabio's vision of romance sounds like the, uh, shower fantasies of the naïve, overweight girl in high school that everyone threw food at in the cafeteria. Am I cruel for laughing at this? I hope not, because how can you NOT laugh at something like this excerpt from "Fabio on Films":
(don't forget the accent and the generic porn music, and the fact that Fabio takes a full minute and a half to luxuriously hamfist his way through these four sentences):
"I lahk to take a special lady to de cinema, where we can hold hands in the dark, and whisper very quietly about what we see. I wonder, would she kiss me like that? Will I always be the hero of her life? I wish there were more romantic films, because romantic films can lead to beautiful adventures ahfter we leef de theatre."
It's all such a ghastly car-accident of an album that it transcends into genius. It would make a great ironic gift for someone who appreciates that sort of thing.
I have put each and every one of your brilliant masterpieces on my ipod. When I am having a rough day at work, I take it into the bathroom, go into a stall, and whisper very gently to myself along with the words. I know EVERY WORD YOU SAY. Most people at work don't talk to me now and tend to walk the other direction if I get too close to them or try to talk to them. But it doesn't matter! I don't care, as long as I have, as you would say, your Lawf.
When I saw that piegon fly into your face, and your nose explode like Gallagher malloting a watermelon, I wanted to be your Florence Nightingale and nurse you back to health slowly. O, Fabio! Even your now deviated septum fills me deeply with desire.
After Dark is the single greatest masterpiece on Earth. To be honest, I con't believe iss not botter either! Oh Fabio, hero of my life, I am waiting for you with my bikini and my toothbrush!
It's Fabio saying silly things about romance on top of early-80's drum machine sounds. There are literally TWO music tracks used over and over for all the Fabio skits.
"Sometimes, there is no place I'd rather be than on a tropical island."
"I like to take my special lady to the cinema...I wonder, will I always be the hero of her dreams?"
Great for parties. Skip the music, play the commentaries.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
This Album has brought great joy to my friends and myself. If you are looking for an album that will bring hours of belly laughs and never ending quotes...then look no further.Published on February 11, 2011 by Krista Alvarez
"I weesh there were more romantic feelms."
hahahaha. I bought this as a Christmas present for my boyfriend because it's the type of crazy, perfect thing we would get... Read more
"Fabio After Dark" is worth listening to today, since it is the Romance Novel Coverboy's birthday. It's a cheese classic of the muscular Italian's intonations on romance,... Read morePublished on March 15, 2010 by Amaranth
This CD is great for your single female friends that complain about their dating life. This will make them appreciate what they don't have. Read morePublished on January 1, 2008 by JenniferPT
Fabio makes the most seductive music in the world! He is the Master of Seduction!
The cover featuring his chiseled shirtlessness makes me happy to be a woman! Read more
That is all you will need, according to Fabio, when he whisks you away to some island somewhere where it is sunny and beach-y. Read morePublished on January 7, 2006 by James Beverly Slade