https://www.timesofisrael.com/iran-sentences-pop-singer-tataloo-to-death-for-bla...




Court accepts prosecution’s objection to original 5-year jail term;
verdict can be appealed; musician had been living in Istanbul but
was handed over to Iran by Turkish police

By AFP and ToI Staff

20 January 2025,

TEHRAN, Iran — An Iranian court has sentenced popular singer Amir Hossein Maghsoudloo, known as Tataloo, to death on appeal after he was convicted of blasphemy, local media reported on Sunday.

“The Supreme Court accepted the prosecutor’s objection” to a previous five-year jail term on offenses including blasphemy, reformist newspaper Etemad reported online.

It said “the case was reopened, and this time the defendant
was sentenced to death for insulting the prophet,”
referring to Islam’s Prophet Mohammed.

The report added that the verdict was not final and can still be appealed.

The 37-year-old underground musician had been living in Istanbul since 2018 before Turkish police handed him over to Iran in December 2023.

What song?

Bobby. wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2025 at 7:24pm:


What about sick idiots constantly talking about hanging? Is that barbaric? They are doing what you continually say you want—from the tallest yardarm in Hudson Bay!

You are mentally sick.

Jovial Monk wrote on Jan 22^nd, 2025 at 8:57pm:



For murderers and rapists etc - not for singing a song.

Do you understand the difference?   

I found the words for one of the songs -
the song is very long.

here is a small part of it translated in English:

https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Amir-Tataloo-4/mikham-1/translation/english

Mickam - Amir Tataloo

I want to sprinkle red on whites'
This way is wilder but it smudges later
I wanna make the sky to red and the sun to blue
I want you to sleep in who's arm you killed his pride someday
I'm going to go fast enough to make the second one for a normal back.
I'll be good enough for the asshole to regret the curse you gave.
Or i will be much bad til my peoms die
I want to not sing until I get voice crack
I wanna go in the wrong lane once more
To be carefree Tehran on your di*k
I want to become so bad that my poems die
I want to not sing until I get voice crack
I wanna go in the wrong lane once more
To be carefree Tehran on your di*k
I want all who has a dity mind to lose
I wanna build a school on my dad's grave
I'm going to yell, you're all moerf*ck*rs.
I want it to be a dance blade.
I'm going to hit the rap sister.
Then I'll f*ck puy rap sister.
I want you to know you're drunk somewhere.
You have sent your thing to the wrong person.
Motherf*cker I'm wilder than anyone else!
You Pimp, watchout for our confrontation.
I even cut down on eating
But for my d*ck, two is few for one day
I want to spend nights smoking
Let them say It's smoke advertising , f*uck them!
Look, you even sit in a Bugatti
What's the point your arms like noodles
We're always
Color on color, real gang, bullseye


The actual song is here but the text jumps around so is annoying to watch:

freediver wrote on Jan 23^rd, 2025 at 4:04pm:



I didn't win the Ozpol award for journalistic excellence for nothing.