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This review isn't cool. It's not cool because there's a nearly seventy-year-old involved, an overwhelming commercial success, and a production, brace yourselves, that's almost entirely Italian. So if you're looking for cool reviews change URL.
Good, now that we've gotten rid of the alternative-indie-acid-folk-prog-industrial music readers, we can start talking about the great Celentano.
The year was 1999, the end of the millennium, when a group of top-tier musicians from our country gathered to record an album that would forever etch itself onto time, the final decades of the '90s, a place, Italy, and a genre of music, the light. Yes, indeed, the overused, underrated, and hijacked Italian light music comes to its swan song with the formidable contribution of a magnificent performer, a composer in a state of grace, Gianni Bella, and the lyricist par excellence, Mogol. An inevitable success.
It's an album full of beautiful songs, centered around love, narrated and sung through its multiple emotional states. Starting with jealousy in the initial eponymous track, a composition as simple as it is captivating, with an almost rock flair, where music, words, and voice perfectly sync in harmony. The title track follows as a striking contrast, an enchanting and crystalline song that speaks of love with a sweetness and spontaneity only possible for someone who, perhaps, isn't a professional when it comes to love. Mogol succeeds perfectly in this contradictory compositional device.
"L'Arcobaleno" is the unexpected track, certainly a masterpiece, as thoughtful as it is inspired, whispered by Celentano; with a symphonic and syncopated background that emphasizes its message of deep and heartfelt affection for the person for whom the song was written: Lucio Battisti. The album continues on more earthly levels with "Una rosa pericolosa", written by Celentano himself, and "Qual è la Direzione", which stands out for its continuous erotic innuendo, never vulgar, as is the style of its authors. "Angel" is instead an underrated piece, written by a young musician and unfortunately overshadowed by the success of the initial singles; it showcases itself as the musically most refined track, with excellent guitar work and a main theme that would have surprised many of our local rockers.
"Le Pesche d'Inverno", following the ordinary "L'Uomo di Cartone", has a grand melodic openness, the kind that amazes you it was only just penned, speaking of newfound serenity, managing to fully convey it to the listener. From this point on, it fades towards the end with a handful of skilled songs that complete the album without compromising its integrity and overall impression.
"Io Non So Parlar d'Amore" is certainly not a revolutionary album, quite the opposite. Mogol and Celentano are no longer at the age for revolutions, though they contributed to them in their own way in the sixties and seventies. It is a work of class, homogeneous and of quality, that has restored Italian light music to its rightful level of dignity. The admiration remains therefore for an artistic partnership that has offered, in its specific genre, some of the most beautiful and intense music heard in recent years.
Despite those who today claim to be innovative and alternative without ever really impacting the soul of music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Gelosia (04:31)
Non ho nessuno a parte te
che mi ha tradito come sai
io mi sento un'auto che non ha, non ha piu il motore
e mi sento un uomo che vivra
nel suo dolore, nel dolore
solo nel suo dolore ormai
Eppur mi sento forte sai
sara perche non odio mai
di certo non dovrei soffrir cosi, cosi inutilmente
solamente perche hai detto un si
stupidamente, stupidamente
con il cervello assente
Amica mia, quanto costa una bugia
un dolore che dividiamo in due tra noi
La gelosia, quando arriva non va piu via
col silenzio tu mi rispondi che
col tuo pianto tu mi rispondi che
coi tuoi occhi tu mi rispondi che lo sai
La gelosia... piu la scacci e piu l'avrai
tu eri mia... di chi sei piu non lo sai
complicita... ma che gran valore ha
sincerita... che fortuna chi c'e l'ha
E' qui il serpente e arrivato
e qui seduto in mezzo a noi
lui ti mangia il cuore come fosse... un pomodoro
cosi diventi pazzo tu
e come un toro, e come un toro
purtroppo non ragioni piu
Amica mia, quanto costa una bugia
un dolore che dividiamo in due tra noi
La gelosia, quando arriva non va piu via
col silenzio tu mi rispondi che
col tuo pianto tu mi rispondi che
coi tuoi occhi tu mi rispondi che lo sai
La gelosia... piu la scacci e piu l'avrai
tu eri mia... di chi sei piu non lo sai
complicita... ma che gran valore ha
sincerita... che fortuna chi c'e l'ha
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By marcoliam
Celentano only succeeds in the arduous task of ruining and dismantling the pieces of the duo that diligently crafts for the singer.
The CD can be used as a doorstop or used wisely during parties between lawyers and managers when the unlucky one of the turn starts singing.
