Amari
Corporali

The guy at the Riot Maker booth at the Miami festival warned me: "are you sure about what you're doing?" Then the girl next to him reassured me by saying it would be a strange experience, different from the usual; so I bought this album, and I did not regret it.

Amari offers us a synth hip hop infused more by characters than by musical genres. In the intro of "Venicce" aliens attempt an emergency landing on Earth, and once they step out of their ships, they explore in tentacular steps to the sound of a sampler reminiscent of "Intergalactic" by the Beastie Boys and an eerie guitar born from "Falling Away From Me" by Korn. In "Cerarmonia," the absolute shapes given by the jumping guitar are those of Samuel from Subsonica, the interlude has atmospheres from Boards of Canada, and hip hop becomes wild and mysterious, as in "Cicogna cicogna," where the unexpected happens: in a shady and abominable environment, verses from a serial killer, stolen from Johnatan Davis, stand out. With "The Glaxo Welkum" one calms down; a synthesizer reminiscent of "Notti magiche" opens the door to a pulsating bass, then a phrase taken from the vocal cords of Davide Toffolo offers hope for the continuation of the album. "Cinico Settembre" has an intro like Aphex Twin; we are faced with a synthetic hip hop veiled with new wave, which becomes at times maniacal and at times thunderous in "Pesce pilota" only to end in a feature-length film of deep impact in the sluggishness and at times burning "Anima fugge pistone," where the piano distills notes and closes the chapter.

It only takes a half-hearted first listen to want to go back to the guy at the booth and tell him: "now I enjoy too."