I have no trouble imagining how shocking and innovative this album must have been in the landscape of Italian pop music back in 1971, given the way certain themes are addressed in the lyrics and the interpretations and vocal style of an extraordinary singer like Martini, so intense and visceral, unlike anything that had ever been heard in Italy before. It's a truly poignant album, perhaps the one that most reveals the gash in her soul, which, apart from her talent, allowed her to deliver such extraordinary interpretations. And then that voice... The songwriters behind her are more inspired than ever (right, Claudiò?) the covers (like "Into the White" by Stevens) are excellent, and then there are two tracks like the title track and "Lacrime di marzo," which are heart-wrenching. "Lacrime di marzo" is her "Fruit Tree," no doubt about it. A spine-tingling album for me.
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