Bugo
Dal lofai al cisei

Bugo...who the hell is Bugo? That's what I would have told you six months ago. Yes, I know, I'm one of the many who discovered him at Sanremo, yeah yeah, well then Morgan, bad intentions, Bugo leaves the stage, where's Bugo... honestly, that thing has worn me out. But at least I went and listened to the stuff Bugo has done over the years. I'm convinced of this: Bugo is not a genius but not an idiot either; yes, he's a bit dazed, but that's the charm of his being bewildered. He's the less gutsy version of E.L.S.T, that's Bugo. In twenty years of career, I've found at least two gems that should be rediscovered: Sguardo contemporaneo, which I really love, and Dal lofai al cisei. Needless to say, I will talk about the latter.

Listening to everything Bugo has done, this is perhaps his purest album that captures what this artist is capable of: low fidelity music, conflicts between rock and blues, lyrics sometimes hilarious sometimes strange. Where to start if not from "Portacenere", a fast rock track that simply talks about Bugo and his madness and grows on you as you listen to it. Skipping a few tracks, we come across a triptych that perhaps can help form an idea of the author: the first of these is La mia fiamma, whose vocal melody can't help but remind you of Rino Gaetano and perfectly summarizes Bugo's romantic side (just with the title and a twisted mind you can guess how it will end), Pasta al burro is the exact opposite, a trip-hop track where between a science conference, pimples on the back, and butter pasta you'll find Bugo's most "carefree" side (which we'll see again in the first CD of Golia and Melchiorre among other things, but in a decidedly mediocre way), and finally the jewel in the crown, the dirty rock pop hit, the defined delirium; Casalingo is frigging brilliant, one of Bugo's most successful pieces that, with a bit of imagination, can capture the most "pop" side of Bugatti. In this primordial stew, you can find a lot of other stuff, like Con il cuore nel culo (brilliant), the legendary Io mi rompo i coglioni, and the acoustic with a somewhat western sentiment Morbida scheggia. Yeah well, there are also some fillers like Fai la fila or Milano tranquillità, but honestly, who cares. What to say in summary about Dal lofai al cisei? First of all, the title is both idiotic and brilliant, and the rest of the album is no less: lyrics and music that are slathered with delusions that sometimes verge on total dementia.

I recommend a listen at least to those who are more musically open or those who simply want to listen to something just for fun. Remember then that staying at home is something spectacullllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr