Cesare Cremonini
Maggese

THE REVIEW

Well, yes.
I, someone who has so far only reviewed King Crimson, Sparklehorse, Gavin Bryars, Nick Drake, Flaming Lips (well, no, the latest FL aren't that far off, starting with the balloons on stage), find myself here reviewing the latest album by, believe it or not, Cesare Cremonini.
And not to slam it.

Have you ever heard of a guy named Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys (what a lousy name, perhaps worse than Lunapop...) who once wrote Ba-Ba-Baaaaa'Ba-Barbar-Aannnn (what a lousy song, perhaps worse than Special 50...), and then, under the influence of LSD (joints aren't LSD but they seem to work), wrote a little record called "Pet Sounds" and other tracks called Til' I Die, Surf's Up (like the abandonment on the shore of the surf, Silent Moment effectively depicts the shutdown of the noisy engine of the scooter). No?

This power-pop album, I'm convinced, was made by Cremonini thinking, even unconsciously, of that record (does the dog barking towards the end of Carillion mean anything to you?).
And I am convinced that good Cesare, IN HIS OWN WAY, if he doesn't pay attention, could end up just like the Californian, in a middle ground.
Between the chirping "ice-creams and bikini" fans who miss him on one side and the adoration of critics and a few others on the other.
Be careful Cesare, go back to writing Special 50 again.
No one is willing to forgive you if you force them to change their mind about you (I didn't say it, Nietzsche did), to shake people's mental inertia.
Until next time.