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Rating: These are full days.
Days of purely Italian scandals, referendums, penalties, politics, and 'Royals', music and sports. These are hot days and our Italy struggles under the scorching sun of an intense June. It's Monday evening and we head towards the elegant Roman venue Palma Club where we will listen to those who have much to say about our beautiful country and its inhabitants. We arrive when Non Voglio Che Clara have already started. It’s a pity not to have explored them because the sound effect and the visual impact were very positive. There are many elements onstage, including violins. We are still few in the arena of the venue, but Non Voglio Che Clara make the extremely hot air around us vibrate with their delicate melodies. They play a little, and as twilight fades into the evening, they bid farewell, leaving space for Offlaga Disco Pax, the second group of this Roman series.
I had been awaiting their turn for a long time. I greatly desired this 'neo-sensibilist collective opposed to democracy in feelings' just like me. And they do not disappoint the expectations. No, no. They open with 'Enver', but not before throwing around small oratory books with their lyrics... and the hour dedicated to them flies by. Max, flaunting Diaframma on his t-shirt, is precise, sharp, caustically ironic, and very self-assured. He narrates, intertwining incisive words, our stories from thirty years of a thousand contradictions in Italy, never sparing the bitterness that comes from it, making us smile sarcastically even when recounting more intimate tales like in the beautiful 'De Fonseca', dealing with the end of a love and the resigned awareness of facing painfully useless relics of a chapter now closed.
Before long, I find myself dazed and happy under the effect of 'sweetnesses' like 'Cinnamon' and 'Tatranky', dancing to the rhythm of 'Robespierre', one of the most captivating pieces, savoring the 'Chocolate' of the last piece on the program... that famous 'Toblerone', of which - someone knows why... - and now so do I! The Offlaghi leave and bid farewell on the tasty trail of this last bitter spoken piece: a glimpse of an Italy made especially of common people, popular folks, consciously lost souls ready not to see anything change before their eyes.
The evening is irreversibly sultry, I take a leap towards the toilets to refresh myself and there’s Francesco from Baustelle preparing alone warming up at the piano in a somewhat secluded corner of the venue while the charming Rachele roams around with her blond nephew. The time for a little beer and shortly after, here they are on stage, the Tuscans who have captured my heart!!
They open with 'I Provinciali', a beautiful colorful depiction of their hills which, for its intensity and arrangements, makes it appear incredibly bright in my eyes. Baustelle will also masterfully blend stories of Italian 'Malavita' and daily discomfort just like in the subsequent and explosive 'Sergio', 'A Vita Bassa' and the more popular 'La Guerra È Finita'.
The boys care about stage presence as much as they do about the retro fluidity of their melodies, and the result is a velvety soundscape that enchants the souls and eyes, reaching its peak with pieces like 'La Moda Del Lento' and the nostalgic 'Il Musichiere'. In this last one, Francesco recalls the versatile artist Serge Gainsbourg, wishing him as his alter ego and extolling him, he pays tribute together with the band giving us moments of sensual chills with his most famous 'Je T'aime Moi Non Plus'. Intense and beautiful is Rachele's performance in the 'Canzone Del Parco'. She becomes much bolder and more spirited in 'Gomma', which is entrusted with the sad task of concluding a well-curated, elegant, and incredibly exciting performance as well as ending a concert where, 'scolding', true lessons of style have been given.
An assorted concert, full-bodied and particularly all Italian, which, for once, has made me proud and proud of our country..
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