It continues to be painfully mediocre, please don’t take it the wrong way. The main flaws are three: the arrangements, sometimes too synthetic or too pompous, it remains the worst-arranged album by Lucio and that’s disappointing, because certain tracks are pushed down (like Amore mio di provincia, which remains nice). The second major flaw is the lyrics, and here a nice parenthesis must be opened: it was already known that Mogol was running out of creativity, but in this album, he is truly at an all-time low, often going off the rails. And the last flaw is Battisti's voice; I don’t know what happened to him, but in many tracks, he doesn’t sing, he shouts, screams like a madman and this destroys the pieces, completely burying them, even Orgoglio e dignità is disintegrated by a chorus that is almost entirely screamed with an unbearable falsetto. All this makes a good part of the album's tracks go to waste: Monolocale, Orgoglio e dignità, Arrivederci a questa sera, Amore mio di provincia, all nice pieces but forgettable, and then there are Una vita viva, Questo amore and Perchè non sei una mela which made me want to stop the album, they are truly bland and especially useless. Out of 10 tracks, only Gelosa cara, the title track, and Con il nastro rosa are fully redeemable, but they also suffer from the defects already mentioned (the first two, absolutely not Nastro rosa). 5/10, let’s move on.
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