Checco Zalone
Siamo una squadra fortissimi

When trash reaches these limits, one must surrender and vote for likability. Luca Medici, aka Checco Zalone, cleverly exploited the wiretapping period to give us this nice little song, which naturally does not intend to have any musical utility (that would be crazy, true that there's much worse, but...), only ironic.

Needless to say, this summer in Castelvolturno (CE), the place where I go for vacation, they played this jumble of words and sounds every day, hour, minute, second, fraction of a second, tenth of a second, hundredth of a second, and thousandth of a second (enough now, or you'll tell me to buzz off), for the joy of those who thrive on this music (neomelodic singers like Raffaello and Alessio), who, unfortunately, are quite many, including my 21-year-old cousin. What bitterness, as the good Giulio Cesaroni (Antonello Fassari) would say.

Musically speaking, this song features sounds created from some scrapheap of a drugged and tampered console, you know these neomelodics, by Jove! Very banal sounds, naturally catchy, so much so that even the dogs on the beach reproduced them (and I think they even did better). Well, the lyrics are quite original and especially truthful ("Grande Luciano Moggi, dacci tanti orologi agli albitri..."), naturally ungrammatical, almost as if mocking us Neapolitans (Checco Zalone is from Bari). Oh well, we all know the chorus and I don't think there's any need to quote it. It's really a shame, however, to see, as I said before, so many people who sing this song not because it amuses them, but because they really consider it beautiful.

At this point, I ask myself: where have all those Neapolitans gone who listen to serious music that goes beyond the city at least and is also international? I know, given the situation in Naples these days, this might seem unimportant, but believe me, if people started listening to good music, they would also be culturally enriched and many things would change.