Lino Banfi + Amedeo Minghi
Sotto l'ombrellone

THE REVIEW

Sometimes reality surpasses fantasy. At least in the musical world... This is the trashiest album of the millennium. Marco Giusti and his (fabulous) band of "blobbists" and lovers of various cheesy entertainment must have canceled their vacations to devote themselves full-time to the adoration of this freshly distributed relic in stores. All in the name of solidarity, well...

But rub your eyes and think: Lino Banfi and Amedeo Minghi together. One writes the lyrics, the other the music. They state it in the booklet. It seems they're proud of it, too. (By the way, cultural-literary aside: a book recommended for every season "Vantarsi, bere liquori e illudere la donna" by the ingenious Maurizio Milani). And as if that weren't enough, they often sing together.
Tears in the eyes as if it had been raining for three days. From laughter, listening to these masterpieces.

Recommended: for lovers of good Italian cinema, the B-movie type with Fenech from the pre-Montezemolo era and Cassini's museum-worthy leg, anything but that copied and sappy stuff like "Le chiavi di casa"...
Not recommended: for those who don't know Lino Banfi at his peak, which means with super sexy suspenders and barrel-sized underwear. Lino, we want you like that.
Oh, there's also Minghi... How is he this time? Well... Perhaps the only difference is the freezer where they keep him between one album and the next.