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Rating: I love this woman, period.
I love her so much that I found it almost difficult to shape a review for her concert. So, I'll tell you upfront that this review is ABSOLUTELY biased and everything that follows has the typical fundamentalist flavor of a fan who does not admit criticism of HIS singer.
This is already the third concert I've seen from the Eccezione tour, so we're at the level of puzzle games, like discovering the seven tiny differences. However, there are differences; there are supporting acts, they're called La Camera Migliore, produced by Carmen, and have an early REM sound very reminiscent of Catania of the late historical producer Virlinzi.
Then SHE arrives, the concert opens with Masino, and we are all already Sicilians. Following her concert is like letting oneself be carried away by an emotional storm: the calls to the '60s, the sparkling pop of Fiori D'Arancio, the violence of Geisha and Besame Giuda, the more intimate songs like Moderato in Re Minore and L'Ultimo Bacio. However, the real strength is in the lyrics, intense, sharp, whether she's talking about herself or making Matilde kill cats.
The apparent complexity of the juxtaposition game of proverbs and sayings present in the latest album finally unravels, and Carmen triumphantly emerges from evening schools at Battiato's house.
There are also surprises, an electroclash version of Bambina Impertinente "lasciami il fiato per dirtelo ora / lasciami il fiato per fartelo ora" Could Carmen be the Italian Peaches?
As with Cristina Donà, while on record for many she is not easy to digest - some have convulsions in sync with her screams in Confusa e Felice - seeing her live really brings everyone together. If on top of her good looks (thinner, she no longer looks hairy like a mussel, with her longer hair she is also more feminine, so don't tell me anything about it, I wouldn't listen anyway...) she adds her new custom pink Fender that sounds "great", the picture is complete.
The increasingly harsh sounds also have a tremendous advantage: they finally manage to silence the excited girls, relentless in covering every song with squeals. However, they didn't manage to spare me the chilling "alla cantanteeeessa" chorus during Fino All'Ultimo, which instead deserves reverent silence!
It's known that another feature of a true fan is wanting to be exclusive; I would've killed all of them...
After years of continuous live activity, Carmen has finally also learned to be a bit less awkward on stage, managing with a few Sicilian jokes thrown here and there. For the presentation of Mulini A Vento she allows herself a few more words, explaining how the lyrics came to her mind thinking of a Falcone writing an imaginary letter to his family. Dedicated to the illustrious victims of the mafia in Sicily, every sentence has a different color, and no word seems out of place anymore.
The band that follows her is also excellent, and they make me forgive the fact that most likely one of them is her boyfriend... The concert has ended, the lights go up as we listen again to Masino in an unreleased dance version in Timo Maas style, perhaps by Bedroom Rockers who had already worked on Parole di Burro: yet another direction for the many evolutions of Carmen?
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