Being a fan of Progressive music in all its forms, I couldn't miss providing a review of an album by "Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso," one of my favorite bands and one of the most internationally representative.

The album in question is "Io Sono Nato Libero," the first I discovered and one of the most beautiful, alongside "Darwin." I remember the first time my father played these songs for me and told me their stories, meanings, or the historical context: I was immediately captivated by the sounds of their works. They were sometimes dark sounds, or effects reminiscent of Psychedelia, which a child couldn't make sense of, yet at the same time you get involved and become part of the album's melodies. Indeed, the album spans many genres (as the Porg culture imposes): sometimes there are Jazz flashes, sometimes almost Ethnic, and with a good dose of Psychedelia and Classical Music.

"Io Sono Nato Libero" was released in 1973 after the highly acclaimed "Darwin," in which the group combines very high-level sounds with the lyrics and voice of Di Giacomo, always present with a unique voice and with themes inspired by freedom and its relationship with war. With this album, the lineup of the group sees a slight change: a certain Rodolfo Maltese replaces Marcello Todaro, although Maltese appears as a temporary guitarist on the album, but would become a mainstay of the group. Gianni Nocenzi, brother of Vittorio, also contributes to the album, signing "La Città Sottile," along with the usual Francesco Di Giacomo (vocals), Pierluigi Calderoni (drums and percussion), Renato D'Angelo (bass and acoustic guitars), and Marcello Todaro (electric and acoustic guitars). The album has 5 tracks, including 2 suites of about 15 minutes, and the other 3 of shorter duration, yet equally beautiful and interesting. The 2 tracks are long, but listening is fluid and smooth (for fans of the genre; those who do not like extreme Prog should stay away from Banco).

The album starts with a piano whispering an intense melody, to which an inspired Di Giacomo adds his voice; by the second minute, it kicks off a faster, very syncopated track where everyone stands out, creating a truly lively atmosphere, then culminating in a slow guitar arpeggio that revisits the initial motif. But the track is not over: now you can hear a Psychedelic section that spills into a rhythmic Jazz section, where the harmonies are truly dissonant yet interesting and captivating, where the Nocenzi brothers indulge in solos and twisted harmonies. Now there is a truly beautiful acoustic guitar interlude, with percussion adding an ethnic tint to the track, which reconnects with the Jazz piece that concludes the suite. The second track is "Non Mi Rompete," a quiet song for acoustic guitar and voice, which became a staple for the group. The track features a simple melody and a short and immediate text, where everyone is invited to be free and undisturbed. The third track is "La Città Sottile," a track with harmonies very inspired by Jazz and Psychedelia, plus the addition of drums and bass to complete the atmosphere on which Todaro (or Maltese) develops a solo, linked to a section of pure Psychedelia. "Dopo Niente È Più Lo Stesso" is the fourth track and the second suite: an intro of keyboards, on which develops a melody dictated by a fairly sustained rhythm, with a short piano interlude connecting it to the second piece which is more rhythmic than the first, where guitars and keyboards take the lead. Now, in my opinion, there is one of the most significant moments of the album: the classical atmospheres provide the backdrop to a dialogue between two people, where Banco's point of view on the relationship between religion and war is very clear (widely shared by me). Now the track repeats the previously played pieces before concluding. The final track is "Traccia 2," a brief instrumental where Nocenzi demonstrates his skillful use of synthesizers and possesses a formidable technique understood from previous albums).

In conclusion, I would say that Banco is one of the Progressive groups of all time, having the wisdom to blend very studied and challenging music with themes of protest or where their often contested or ignored nonconformist theses were expressed.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Canto nomade per un prigioniero politico (15:46)

02   Non mi rompete (05:07)

Non mi svegliate ve ne prego
ma lasciate che io dorma questo sonno,
sia tranquillo da bambino
sia che puzzi del russare da ubriaco.
Perché volete disturbarmi
se io forse sto sognando un viaggio alato
sopra un carro senza ruote
trascinato dai cavalli del maestrale,
nel maestrale... in volo.

Non mi svegliate ve ne prego
ma lasciate che io dorma questo sonno,
c'è ancora tempo per il giorno
quando gli occhi si imbevono di pianto,
i miei occhi... di pianto.

03   La città sottile (07:13)

04   Dopo... niente è più lo stesso (09:54)

Forte treno impaziente treno dritto sulla giusta via sei arrivato.
Ad ogni passo baci i miei stivali, terra mia, ti riconosco.
Possente terra come ti invocavo
nei primi giorni in cui tuonava il cannone.
Montagne che fermate il mio respiro, siete sagge come allora?
Lascia il fucile la mia spalla e cade giù la gloria
la gloria ?!
Torna l'uomo con la sua stanchezza infinita.

E sono questi i giorni del ritorno
quando sui canneti volan basse le cicogne
e versano il candore delle piume
dentro i campi acquitrinosi, e poi fra i boschi volan via.
Sono questi i giorni del ritorno
rivedere viva la mia gente viva,
vecchi austeri dalle lunghe barbe bianche
le madri fiere avvolte dentro scuri veli.

E piange e ride la mia gente e canta...
allora è viva la mia gente, vive, vive!

Canti e balli nella strada volti di ragazze come girasoli
cose che non riconosco più.
Per troppo tempo ho avuto gli occhi nudi e il cuore in gola.
Eppure non era poca cosa la mia vita.
Cosa ho vinto, dov'è che ho vinto quando io
ora so che sono morto dentro
tra le mie rovine.
Perdio! Ma che m'avete fatto a Stalingrado ?!

Difensori della patria, baluardi di libertà!
Lingue gonfie, pance piene non parlatemi di libertà
voi chiamate giusta guerra ciò che io stramaledico!!!
Dio ha chiamato a sé gli eroi, in paradiso vicino a Lui...
Ma l'odore dell'incenso non si sente nella trincea.
Il mio vero eroismo qui comincia, da questo fango.

T'ho amata donna e parleranno ancora i nostri ventri.
Ma come è debole l'abbraccio in questo incontro.
Cosa ho vinto, dov'è che ho vinto quando io,
vedo che, vedo che niente è più lo stesso, ora è tutto diverso.
Perdio! Ma che cos'è successo di così devastante a Stalingrado ?!

05   Traccia II (02:39)

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