I don't know what to say... I was expecting a great album, inspired by that little gem Lucetta fra le stelle... but Limiti immediately thought to bury it all with "that stupid heart of yours always looking for love," good intentions for a textually mediocre song. What follows is pretty trivial, with the cute Il tamburino, the catchy Minù Minù, and the filler Gangsters. There are definitely some nice tracks, after all, we're still talking about Ivan; Blouson noir and Io che c'entro would be enough to place this album among the classics. The problem is that everything is contextualized within the 80s, trapping the songs in what was fashionable back then. It's not a bad album, just more ordinary and already heard. Best tracks: Blouson noir, Io che c'entro, Lucetta fra le stelle.
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