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La Dura Legge Del Gol

THE REVIEW

This is, or at least should be, the album of maturity for the amiable Max Pezzali. The album in which Max wants to try engaging with more adult themes, closer to his reality as a (then) thirty-year-old compared to those addressed in previous albums.

It must be presumably frustrating for him, by then twenty-five, to debut in 1992 singing about parents who get mad because he comes home too late at night and about girls who "act stuck-up". However, Max's strategy (then still paired with Repetto) is understandable: we're newcomers, we need to get known, let's target the average music buyer, that is, the fifteen-year-old... but now it's 1997, Max is thirty and is well-known and well-settled in the Italian showbiz, what better time to try elevating the standard of the lyrics and maybe getting closer to sounds more aligned with his personal tastes (Max is a big fan of Mick Jagger and the other Rolling Stones)?

Max probably considers this, perhaps even tries, but unfortunately, he just doesn't succeed. Sure, some novelty is visible: the disillusionment of a guy suddenly feeling "old" watching too many acquaintances disappear ("La Dura Legge Del Gol"), the sad realization that tragedies don't always happen to others ("Se Tornerai"), the bitterness of a love gone wrong ("Nessun Rimpianto"). Musically, however, nothing happens and even in terms of lyrics Max inevitably falls back into the usual clichés, floundering with the overly predictable "Voglio Farti Innamorare Tanto", the awful catchy tune "La Regola Dell'Amico", and the embarrassing "Non Ti Passa Più", which would have fit well in the tracklist of "Hanno Ucciso L'Uomo Ragno". Our Max has therefore made a clear choice: unwavering loyalty to the fifteen-year-olds who brought him success, the target is them and only them. A choice confirmed, among other things, in subsequent works, reaching the peak of sadness with a Max by now forty, singing about "hoped-for and desired kisses between the desks of first-year B"....

Unfortunately, there's a strong feeling that, since Max's friendship rule never fails, the joyful Pezzali will still be singing about frustrating adolescent experiences and how great the friends at the bar are ten years from now... the fifteen-year-olds of 2017 will be pleased.