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The angry radio sings: "Help me find something clean, kill but don't want to die, among little hyenas only if it's convenient...". This is the text of the beautiful "Ballata Per La Mia Piccola Iena," the new song by Afterhours.
The Milanese band, after two years of silence, has returned with a powerful work: "Ballate Per Piccole Iene," an intense and painful work, a work that hurts from the very first listen. At times "noisy" and at times melodic, the album once again shows the dualism present in the band's music, a dualism also perceivable in Manuel Agnelli's voice, which in some cases "screeches" like rusty brakes, yet in others sounds sweet and sinuous like a lullaby.
The album maintains the gloominess of the previous album ("Quello Che Non C'è"), but it also presents a strong energetic charge conveyed by the awareness and acceptance of human limitations, the same awareness present in the 2002 work. The pivot around which the listening experience of "Ballate Per Piccole Iene" revolves is mediocrity and thus the lack of any reference point. Once again, Afterhours propose intense lyrics, which not only speak of scorching themes, such as drugs and depression, but also seem to take the form of poems, endowed with great elegance and refinement.
Although the album isn't immediately impactful, it manages to win over every individual, thanks to little gems, such as: "Chissà Com'e," "Il Sangue Di Giuda," "La Sottile Linea Bianca," "Male In Polvere," and of course the splendid "Ballata Per La Mia Piccola Iena."
Track after track, the album insinuates itself under the skin, reaches the neuralgic points of the body, and then takes root in the soul, which perceives with great discomfort a great truth: "even the sun rises only if it's convenient".
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