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Here I am, ptr... entrusting these few lines... with my posthumous reflections on this album... forgive the sluggishness and slowness in writing... this DeReview... but I am now inert and semi-conscious in my bathtub... holding only the cover of this LP... as I listen with resigned diligence to all the songs of this... notorious singer-songwriter of yesteryear... To think I was supposed to just have a quick bath, eat a pizza, and maybe go dancing but, alas, it was stronger than me... the desperate, futureless melancholy of the soft, introspective singing of songs that an optimist would describe as "suicidal" ("Io ti racconto" for example or "Amico di leva"...) cohesively combined with the dismal strumming (?!) of a semi-tuned tragic y solitary y final guitar... in short... this whole post-sixties singer-songwriter legacy... induced me, after just one listen, to make an extreme... and irrevocable decision.
Sure, Lolli of the early '80s veered towards more lively prog/fusion solutions with quirky and innovative lyrics but... unfortunately, the record I got is this one... sigh!
A simple lift of the needle after the second song would have sufficed... a distracted listen at volume 1... a blackout in the building... but unfortunately, the Lolli of the early '70s, with his "joie de vivre" took over... and slitting both wrists was the only possible reaction... inevitable and, if I must say, let's even call it "liberating"... so I bid you farewell as I sink relentlessly, dejected yet at the same time "relieved," into the now crimson waters of my tomb-like tub... glug... glug...
(P.S. I only apologize for the small stains I left on the cover...)
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