FUCKING HELL. I've been listening to this all day and I can't take it anymore, this album is truly a (half) disaster. Are we perhaps at Ivan's lowest point, a continuous rant that barely manages to finish a single listen? Well, the first 5 tracks are actually okay: Sola is a good start, catchy enough and musically brilliant, Ed è felicità has a nice rhythm and a text with some kick even if it doesn't hit the mark completely, La mia isola (as well as Evviva Vivì) is the best of the bunch and brings the guitar to the forefront. Because in the end, the real problem of this album isn't the excessive electronics, which, while annoying, Ivan manages to turn into a strength by combining it with his guitar arpeggios, but rather the inspiration of the songs, which in some cases goes practically to absolute zero: Soffice and Ho paura dei temporali have badly written lyrics, and it's not about throwing shade on Ivan (which is something I would rather avoid) but the fact that these two tracks are really written just to fill space, and it's a shame because the arrangements had some nice guitar play. However, the medal for the most disgusting piece goes rightfully to Baby love, where Ivan reaches the songwriting level of any random Biagio Antonacci. I... don’t know what to say, half of the album is well put together even if with a few too many trendy bends, the other half is a total disaster, thrown in just for the runtime.
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