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Rating: I feel like a modern-day Ulysses and his Trojan horse, that beautiful war machine that was supposedly used by the Greeks to conquer the city of Troy. Indeed, if it hadn't been for this cunning, or perhaps it's better to say stratagem, the Greeks would never have won.
The beginning was clear, but perhaps the rest will seem less so...
Abbabula-Festival of Music and Author Words, takes place in my city and has already reached its 13th edition: there has always been a significant effort, year after year, to make it richer and more varied, basically to suit all tastes.
The musical artists of this edition encompass various genres: Blessed Child Opera, La Fame di Camilla, I Massimo Volume, Davide Van de Sfroos, Joe Perrino, Amor Fou, Casino Royale, Giovanni Lindo Ferretti, Caparezza. Important names on the national scene and "mostly" local; lesser-known names that I won't transcribe, but full of a strong desire to sing, play, and share their emotions with the audience...
I am not a Music Expert, I don't usually Write about Music: I Love Music.
I do not hide my enthusiasm and curiosity towards Massimo Volume: I couldn't be in a better mindset, ready to savor the emotions that your reviews have conveyed to me...
Massimo Volume - Lungo I Bordi
Massimo Volume - Live 40 New Age Club Roncade
We are there, a nice "big group" I'd say, the square is packed, many curious among the many fans; little noise, I'm in an excellent position, not bad acoustics: Victoria arrives, seems to "overwhelm" the drums, not at all hidden behind the instrument, and following the rest of the band with Mimì in the rear, as befits a leader. All senses on high alert, ready to absorb and savor the marvelous singing of the sirens, because that’s how Massimo Volume seemed to me or at least that’s how I imagined they would be, breathing those sensations through DeBaser.
One, Two, Three, Four pieces: nothing happens nothing; disappointment, disbelief, annoyance at not having felt... nothing. "I Was Really Disappointed" (quote)
It must be my problem: some old tracks I liked, but maybe I should have listened better and certainly more. Drums, guitar, voice: all well blended, but of an "absolute" dullness and grayness; not a variation, all the same... I become so dejected that I leave before the end of the concert. I am speechless!
In the wake of disappointment, I almost missed the festival's closure: tickets sold out, I find one "by God's grace" and last night I rushed to the arena to "enjoy" Caparezza, crazier than ever, more outlandish than ever, more... overwhelming than ever.
A perfectly chosen setlist: new tracks, less new, inserted in an engaging theatrical discourse. The audience makes a show within the show: a concert never left to chance, but at the same time with great freedom of expression. In a few words: I had fun!
Of course, it is not my intention to compare the two concerts, and surely I am not a fan of either artist: so what happened, why the stinging disappointment for the first? I try to hypothesize: is it maybe the music itself that doesn't please me? But of course, it’s not My rock, or at least not as I imagine it...
What a pity, my Trojan horse, I mean Abbabula, did not work: perhaps I missed the chance to enter the exclusive circle of Music Experts... but I think it's better to be a sincere lover rather than a lying bride!
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