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On Thursday I was reading merciless comments. Young trendsetting critics, just like little hyenas, pounced on the lifeless corpse of a great group dead from exhaustion. Here's the funeral that everyone hoped to celebrate sooner or later. In the land of the Sanremo Festival, another handful of distorted, rebellious, and subversive screamers disappear to the delight of many.
"Despite all this, however, I will buy the CD, maybe just out of respect and consideration for the greatest contemporary Italian rock group." And so I bought it. As soon as I saw it, it struck me... the CD bleeds! The letters are red and dripping down! There's blood in here!
I put it on and it starts... Well, my friends, a five-and-a-half-minute ballad with my heart in my throat and goosebumps. I hope to quickly learn the words by heart so I can shout them out alone in the car in traffic or at night. That's how it makes me feel. One of the most beautiful songs ever written. And the rest? The rest is still goosebumps, heart in throat, anger, despair, love, delirium, and class. Surely even some slight moments of low tension at times, but honestly, as far as I'm concerned, it's a great record.
Personally, I don't love the game of comparisons, obviously, each of us has our own ranking, surely each of us has shouted, jumped, and sweated with Agnelli back when we licked adrenaline and blew out speakers. Today I'm thirty-one, almost ten years older, but with the same anger and strength as back then, the same spasms, the same sickly melancholic love, but everything moves within me differently now and listening to this evolving album, I find myself in it. I hear people saying it's too pop and melodic an album. Well, if half of Italian melodic songs were on this level, we would certainly be a better country today.
To those who dreamed of being a rock star and instead find themselves reviewing albums in their bedroom, I say... come back when you've written something that resembles this, something that bleeds like this.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
06 Carne fresca (05:08)
Fai ciò che devi
non guardare mai giù
perchè sei ciò che vedi
se c'è un senso sei tu
E tutto è tranquillo
intorno a te
Sei carne fresca
non so dirti perchè
Ma è dentro te che sei solo
E' dentro te che sei re
Tutto è calmo
intorno a te
Tutto è calmo
intorno a me.
08 Chissà com'è (04:05)
Certo lo so non ho più niente da dire
Nè da rimpiangere o da fallire
Devo solo comprare ormai
Della seta rossa al mio male
Con la quale farlo stare zitto
Sei diventato un fiore alto e disperato
Perché è il tuo modo di gridar che vorrei
Capita di non farcela
Come quando perdi il tuo uomo
O il tuo cane
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Anche il tuo mondo prima o poi invecchierà
Ora sei il verbo che nessuno userà
Capita di non farcela
E di essere il coltello
Ed insieme la ferita
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me è quasi amore
Chissà chissà com'è
Se è come me non ha cuore
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