Let's approach the sink, gently open the can, drain out all the oil, and take out this tuna from the can and put it in the mouth...
The lyrical aspect is important, for heaven's sake, but I would gladly avoid putting on the clothes of the exegete, as I have seen done in virtually any review of this work, and rather, leaving the texts aside, I would analyze this heavy Tuscan sea monster.
That the past days of the Baustelle were about to fade was already evident from the previous "I mistici dell'Occidente," which made evident show of orchestrations, already giving clear clues about the future intentions of the three from Montepulciano that here materialize in all their evidence.
Here they double down with a full orchestra (the FilmHarmony Orchestra of Bratislava) booked for the occasion, which precisely accompanies the band along the paths and tunnels of this new adventure. Orchestral arrangements then curated by Enrico Gabrielli (Mariposa, Calibro 35).
This event marks a definite retreat of the guitar and of Claudio Brasini's executive contribution, who is relegated to the second line compared to the Bianconi-Bastreghi company.
Credit must be given to Bianconi for having taken a less mainstream direction compared to previous incarnations (read no anthems suitable for Sanremo and radio, except for the nonetheless sufficient "La morte non esiste più"), a direction aimed towards songwriting, where however we would have preferred more minimalistic, less bombastic and majestic atmospheres, whose slavish use of the orchestra and the duration tend to amplify a feeling of heaviness caused by excessive baroquisms.
"Nessuno" and "Diorama" (very beautiful evocative opening in the wake of the choruses) are two high-class numbers, "Futuro" is added to them, quite evocative, probably also due to the text.
Finally worthy of note is the curious Romanesque meter of "Conta' l'inverni."
It's really a pity for the too many songs and the numerous interludes (as many as 6, nevertheless "L'orizzonte degli eventi" is beautiful), which make this real soundtrack such as "Fantasma" dispersive.
The hope for the future is to continue on this path, perhaps fine-tuning a bit.
For those who have never tolerated them, this could be the album of rupture and could give them reason to reconsider, for the rest we will see what else Bianconi and Sons will come up with.
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By Talkin' Meat
The album seems constructed like a disaster film, with opening and closing credits, as well as Morricone reminiscences.
It eludes in an unpleasant way, and, after listening to it, the feeling is that of the unsaid, of having missed something of a story we know by heart.
By Jacopo Bencini
"Fantasma is to be listened to alone in the car, alone in the room with the hi-fi at sufficiently high volume, in the theater."
"Bianconi has finally found the courage to be a songwriter for real. The result is majestic."
By piepa1978
We live a moment - and we tell it in the album - where the future is truly a ghost; it’s not only the past that haunts, but also such an uncertain and blurred future.
If we could indeed believe that death no longer exists, only then could we say we live freely, without weights.