Afterhours
Padania

LA RECENSIONE

Here.

In these first splendid days of spring, when the winter sun, as every year, begins to magically regain the vitality of its childhood, and stays up a little longer each day...

Here, when all of Creation, with lightness and grace, begins to once again relish in the glory of an approaching summer...

Here...

What is needed is a new album from Afterhours, just to bring us back down to earth, ... while waiting for the rest of the body to eventually follow suit.

Manuel Agnelli (together with his Afterhours) is a damn genius, in short.

Otherwise, it's hard to understand how, after so many years in the business, they have managed, while remaining true to themselves, to conceive an album like this, just in time for this season.

The pseudo-Dadaism "blues" of Captain "Filetto" Beefheart on the same album with the jazz-influenced Canterbury sound of Robert Wyatt

Impossible?

No, possible, in fact real, thanks to Manuel, and probably the return of Iriondo (listen to believe).

In short, an album that is challenging, twisted, colorful in gray.

Mad (see the advertisement space ironically placed in the middle of the album).

With Agnelli's voice playing, from the start, at being Demetrio Stratos.

An album of which, in my opinion, the strong part is not the ballads.

An album with pieces that remind you of an old band, the Afterhorus.

But above all a new band, the Afterhours.

In short, chapeau.

But to be taken in small doses.