The third work of the Consortium was released in 1997 and set a sales record with a whopping 80,000 copies.
This is the last work featuring Massimo Zamboni and Giovanni Ferretti together, the band's leading figures.

The album moves along a very rock line, surrounded by an electronic and psychedelic sound with some very punk elements at the end, reminiscent of CCCP.
The march of the album is set on mental geographical stages that connect to a slow and soft rhythm. Inspired by a trip to Mongolia, the work pushes us toward transcendental mental horizons, concerning the East and its stories.
It is not an ethnological work at all, but I would say it is quite spiritual, urging a psychic pleasure.

"Unita di produzione" is the first track, and in my opinion, the most beautiful along with "Bolormaa" and "Accade".
The opening song is the gateway that leads us on a journey into inner spaces, where emotions will prevail over reason.
The rest of the album has the right tension, electrified by the noise guitars of Zamboni and Canali. Cavalli Cocchi's drums and Maroccolo's bass play along, following a fairly fluid line. Ferretti's voice is captivating and at times intertwines with that of Ginevra Di Marco, in a quite nuanced way. Magnelli's piano is the least heard, due to the always perfect and distorted entrances of the guitars.

Ferretti and Zamboni involve us in their journey through Asia, reproducing the oriental atmosphere of the visited places in the first eight episodes and ending with the last two songs, "Matrilineare" and "M'importa 'na sega", made different by the already mentioned punk style.
The album is not comparable to the masterpiece "Linea Gotica", but it will toss you and drag you into an electric and suggestive spiral.

Tracklist and Videos

01   Unità di produzione (05:34)

02   Brace (05:16)

03   Forma e sostanza (06:11)

04   Vicini (07:39)

05   Ongii (07:13)

06   Gobi (05:48)

07   Bolormaa (05:58)

08   Accade (05:57)

09   Matrilineare (02:09)

10   Mimporta 'nasega (04:18)

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