Calcutta
Forse...

Sometimes, events occur that are so unpredictable it's nearly impossible to control them. Situations that overwhelm us, slip through our fingers, leaving us alone to juggle the consequences. The 2008 crisis, job insecurity, young people with no more reference points. In such an unforeseen historical moment, it couldn't be any other way but to embrace a musical genre, the epitome, at least in our country, of contradiction: indie. Thousands of youngsters with a hipster shell and a "pop" heart crowd chic venues, listening to the leading singer-songwriter of the moment, the sum of paradoxes within a paradox: Calcutta. Celebrated and praised by national-popular success with his latest work "Mainstream", I feel compelled to perform an operation contrary to that of the public, turning to the debut of the Lazio singer-songwriter, "Forse...", a product that in its disjointedness finds a sonic compactness and identity missing in the second album, paradoxically showing, up to now, this as his artistic peak. Anchored on the two guardian deities of the singer-songwriter (Lucio Battisti and Caetano Veloso), the songs shine with an exotic mood, with a guitar oscillating between psychedelia and disjointed folk. The arrangements, in their simplicity, manage to give a sense of nostalgia, an excellent accompaniment to the singer's voice. And this is the whole formula: a modern Pierrot who finds himself telling small daily stories in the moonlight, in a metaphysical nothingness, based on nowhere and no time. Small stories of nostalgia ("Amarena"), simple amusements ("I dinosauri") that suddenly fall into carefree poetry ("And every time you heard a noise/ you went out to the balcony:/ it was just a leaf/ that had started to fly", from "Cane"), curious almost as if a child is busy organizing and creating games and stories with objects randomly found in the garden, exuding a spontaneous charm thanks to those naive and awkward actions. That said, can we talk about a masterpiece? Certainly not, but we will defer the artist to September: who knows, maybe the mad hatter, in this game of chaos and surprises, will finally pull something interesting out of the hat...