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Rating: What I am going to review is a song. Just one song. It's not an album, nor a concert. But a song, 11 minutes and 29 seconds long, sung and played by CCCP Fedeli alla Linea in the midst of a crisis, when they had already decided to break up, despite the collaboration of Magnelli and Maroccolo, in 1992, within the album Etica Epica Etnica Pathos. A wonder for the ears.
The small, horrible, tender, feminine, frightened, puny, orthodox punk Ferretti Lindo Giovanni with lyrics conceived at the dawn of the birth of the first pony of his favorite mare and a wonderful nasal voice, somewhere between solemn and hysterical, between rap and metal, articulates what seems to be the end of everything we know... a folk start, slow, broken soon by the most psychedelic punk that Zamboni-Maroccolo could ever conceive, where among barking dogs, agitated horses, Ferretti is anointed, among dead heroes, frightening enemies and an overturned land, a decadent world in decline screams of the tragic and imminent end. A trash and victorious hero like Maciste, a handful of musicians. Pure epic, pure pathos, pure ethnic, pure ethics. Suddenly hurled into a gothic and apocalyptic atmosphere between Costanzo show, mozzill'o re, uè. After an interlude à la "Space Oddity" the apocalypse returns and the setting and rising western sun, the end of everything, the beginning of everything. Here, everything. Little geniuses and losing heroes. Dead suns, fields, old children women, heart strokes, universes in balance, arcane melodies. Warriors, chickens, dogs, and horses. Worthy of The End. Breathtaking. Find it.
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