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Rating: Twenty-five years ago, today. This album saw the light, disturbed and powerful, gritty and sacred. A rock album but also intimate, yet above all an album where politics and spirituality unite in an engaging manifesto of life and revolt. I don't think it's blasphemous to place it among the milestones of Italian music, alongside monumental albums like La voce del padrone and Anima latina; in fact, it's well-deserved.
A journey through Europe and one's conscience, beginning in the library of Sarajevo now consumed by flames, by the dark blazes that kill human wisdom. What follows is an inevitable disorientation, where man can no longer distinguish his subconscious from a parasite that consumes him, living huddled like an animal waiting to die. But there is a divine light, described by the great master Battiato, that can give us a moment of comfort, despite the daily crumblings that the echo of global chaos causes and the arrival of the apocalyptic blue dawn heralding a day of calamities.
And it is in Alba that the fight is on, facing enemies behind the Gothic Line, alongside the legendary Commander Diavolo. In such cases, one must be in control of oneself and choose the side for which to sacrifice. Despite this, making a decision for our soul proves difficult: an attempt is made to revolt against the religion that for millennia has dominated the world, also spilling blood, but temptations are shown in a sickly light that even turns the basest riches into nightmares. Luckily, there is Tancredi, a soul of an untamed horse that doesn't lead us where we have already been, leaving us to Sunday, the day before death, when we need to dress in silk and purity. Thus ends the journey, which began in the ashes of culture, continued among brutalized humans and animals with more humanity than us, and concluded with the desire to migrate elsewhere, and in spite of every stubborn decision or opposing vote, I find myself embarrassed, surprised, hurt by an irate sensation of worsening of which I cannot speak nor ask questions
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Esco (07:05)
memoria parla consolante
succedono le età
succedono le età meravigliose
che non c'è età assoluta
altro vi fu e sarà e quanto
e in quale forma
succedono le età
succedono le età meravigliose
che non c'è età assoluta
altro vi fu e sarà e quanto
e in quale forma
qui la luce si ritrae e l'aria è satura dall'eco di lamenti
scorteccio le parole
aride schegge secche adatte al fuoco
è l'instabilità che ci fa saldi ormai
negli sradicamenti quotidiani
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