"Live in Moscow, live in Budapest, live in Warsaw, live in Sofia, live in Prague, live in Pankow!"
Take Giovanni Lindo Ferretti's raw, deep, moody and fascinating voice. Take the undisputed musical genius of Massimo Zamboni on the guitar. Take a fast, light and energetic drum. Take Annarella's sweet voice reading the future with a grave tone like a good sibyl. So, what's missing? Ah, yes... Take Fatur, with the clumsy dissonances of his screams, while he stages a sort of porn-progressive play with Annarella during the concert. Take some of the most beautiful songs by CCCP. Take the audience's shouts, a bit of unfaithfulness to the lyrics and improvisation, typical of live...
I buy this CD at a time when I live more as a lover of CSI than CCCP, go home, put it on, listen in religious silence. Bass. Light drums. Zamboni's guitar comes in, rising, rising, rising. I don't realize it and I'm moshing against the wardrobe. That's the effect CCCP have. Not only their music, played well and with heart ("screw any technique, what matters to me is the soul of the one who plays, not the quality of the instrument" - G.L.Ferretti), but also their lyrics, from which the culture and depth of the authors shine through. There are tracks on this album ("Sono Come Tu Mi Vuoi", "Trafitto", "BB", "U.N.", and many others) that can have so many interpretations to offer the listener the faculty to read into them what they want without losing the sense.
This band, one of the most important Italian bands, followed the line of continental punk, Soviet punk, and this is explicitly stated in "Radio Popolare", making a nice distinction from English and American punk... However, the No Future is there, the strength is there, the revolution is there, and it's palpable, it feels like being crouched on the asphalt, in the cold, looking at the Berlin Wall. The live is before the fall of the wall, because after that things changed, CCCP died to then give life to CSI.A disc for connoisseurs, for the true lovers of this group, for the enthusiasts of good old Soviet punk, for the nostalgics of Ferretti and Zamboni together...
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