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"'o sciore cchiu felice è 'o sciore senza radice
corre comme 'o cane senza fune, 'o sciore senza padrune".
It's on the trail of a mature and productive compositional freedom that this album was born, grows, and has undoubtedly become a milestone of our times.
Sanacore is a huge magic bag that encloses scents, sounds, emotions all our own: Mediterranean, African, Arab. It is wonderful to listen to such a gem (which has all the cards on the table to become part of what we today call "world music") and to think that only a few years and a few kilometers divide us.
The general idea is that of a work that skillfully and dignifiedly connects tones and vibrations typical of the Neapolitan popular tradition (donated by the voice and mind of Raiz - Reeno at the time) which, like a journey to rediscover its roots, immerses itself in the sounds, colors, and shapes of African music and, to a greater extent, Arab, also thanks to the varied use of instruments and percussion that lead immediately to an almost ecstatic and visionary listening. All obviously combined with the unmistakable dark and mysterious atmosphere - now a trademark of ours, deriving its lifeblood from reggae but especially from dub; the latter elements that blend fully in "'O' sciore cchiù felice", "Maje", and "Pe' dind' e' viche addo' nun trase 'o mare": the first three tracks of the album which gradually aim at increasingly contaminated and Arabesque sounds, also accompanied by remarkable and evocative lyrics, which moreover characterize the entire record.
The title track is a straightforward and honest nod to the purest Neapolitan folk tradition, and this is reinforced by the decidedly "in style" flute of a guest of honor such as Daniele Sepe.
The subsequent "Ammore Nemico", "Sciosce Viento", and "Ruanda" are undoubtedly less imbued with reggae, but the quest for fusion and conjunction of different cultures and traditions continues: rhythms and rock and funk bases of the historic drummer Gennaro T, become extremely effective tools for narration and the assimilation of images and sensations from different ethnicities.
Thus we come to the very successful "Nun te scurdà", where the beloved reggae reappears in bold letters, accompanied by a strong melodic and emotional component.
The low frequencies of the always commendable Mario Formisano and the keyboards of Paolo Polcari (perhaps the most supportive pillar of the group), characterize the subsequent "Se stuta o' fuoco", with a clearly dub and electronic signature, as well as the track that closes the album, "Tempo".
The strong emotional charge of this album makes it very difficult to talk about it: the characteristic flavors and suggestions can only be understood and conveyed through listening, so that every word spent on it seems superfluous and inadequate. Talking about this album is like trying to describe the sensations, the smells, the colors that can be discovered in a Turkish (or even Neapolitan) market: wonderful, varied, and timeless.
Without a doubt, 5 out of 5.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
08 Nun te scurda (06:17)
E ssentevo quanno ero figliola, ‘o cchiammavano ammore
chellu fuoco ca te nasce mpietto e ca maje se ne more
‘e ccumpagne parlavano zitto ‘e na cosa scurnosa
ca na femmena ‘a fa sulamente ‘o mumento ca sposa
e pure si sposa nun songo stata maje
saccio comme volle ‘o sanghe e ‘o core sbatte forte assaje
quanno ‘a voce d’a passione chiamma a te
quanno zitto int’ ‘a na recchia tu te siente ‘e murmuliĄ
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun te scurda’ pecchČ sta vita se ne va
nun te scurda’, maje ‘e te
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun t’ ’o scurda’ pecchČ si no che campe a fa’
nun te scurda’ ‘e te maje
e tanto ’e llammore ca ’a sciorta m’a miso int’ ’e mmane
ca ‘o vvengo e ‘a ggente pe’ chesto me chiamma puttana
nun’aggio maje saputo sta’ carcerata int’ ‘a casa
a chi me schifa dico vuo’ vede’
ca ‘o cuorpo tu t’ ‘o vinne comme a me
nun me suppuorte e chest’ ‘o ssaccio giĄ
i’ songo ‘o specchio addŁ nun te vulisse maje guarda’
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun te scurda’ pecchČ sta vita se ne va
nunte scurda’, maje ‘e te
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun t’ ’o scurda’ pecchČ si no che campe a fa’
nun te scurda’ ‘e te, maje.
mamma, puttana o brutta copia ’e n’ommo
chest’Č na femmena int’ ‘a chesta parte ‘e munno
ca quanno nasce a cchesto Č destinata
e si ‘a cummanna ‘o core d’ ‘a ggente Č cundannata.
mamma, puttana o brutta copia ‘e n’ommo
avesse voluto ‘e cchiŁ int’ ‘a chesta parte ‘e munno
apprezzata no p’ ‘e mascule sgravate no p’ ‘e chisto
cuorpo bello no p’ ‘e mazzate che aggio dato
sulamente pecchČ femmena so’ stata
e n
nu catenaccio ‘o core nun me l’aggio maje nzerrato
sulamente pecchČ femmena so’ stata
sulamente femmena...
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun te scurda’ pecchČ sta vita se ne va
nun te scurda’, maje ‘e te
nun te scurda’ nun te scurda’
nun t’ ’o scurda’ pecchČ si no che campe a fa’
nun te scurda’ ‘e te, maje.
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