Dondolaluva
Arrivano i pollini

"I need a stomach that doesn't get sick of the mind I need eyes that don't depend on anything"

Dondolaluva is a beautiful chick. But she's even more beautiful because she doesn't know it.
At most, she'll say of herself that she has nice nails, especially the toenails.

In this self-referential Italy, from politics to music, they talk about themselves as "a graphic designer, a gravedigger, and a chatterbox who will never become professional musicians", as a "band that if it had broken up 4 years ago, no one would have noticed and no one would have shed a tear" and that "if you don't have talent, you don't waste it".

And here the wheels come off. Because someone wiser than all of us, who we’ll call for example Giorgio Canali (the album's artistic producer), predicted a bright future for them and describes them as "a group of mountaineers called Dondolaluva. They are a trio of unlikely guys, they don't perform on any kind of stage, but they have the ability to be very very original". I then quote verbatim from an interview on indie-zone.it: "A project that drives me crazy is Dondolaluva, a Tuscan band of which I have just finished taking care of the artistic realization of the first real album. But they are mountaineers from Amiata who don't know how to present themselves in society and make you look bad at cocktail parties… no one will give a damn about them, what a shame... superior texts and beautifully oblique musicality... if you have the chance, listen to them".

And both the pen and the sword wound. The truly well-written lyrics, with words carefully measured and weighed one by one, are paired with slaps square in the face from bass-guitar-drums. The guitarist with a beard stabs with sharp sounds (that remind me of Shellac) - the drummer with a mustache pounds on what's left of the drum kit (where the hell did he put the toms??) - and the bassist-singer, who would like to have both a mustache and a beard, gives us really unique bass lines that haven't been heard in Italy since the days of De Glaen.

If you want to listen to them, here is the link to the album in streaming

For me, among the top 10 Italian albums of 2009.

“What you have become is the transplant of dreams of your kind of people
Law on the inclined plane of a body that no longer slips
You woke up but it's too late to emerge
I don't know if you've seen the face that the clouds have
I don't know if living a dazzle in a long premonition of myself
But who has the right to tell me I'm wrong? God is dead and my father is not here
And if we discovered we were good, in the end, it would serve to discover much
You woke up but it's too late to emerge
You don't have the face to stand with your feet on the edge
if we discovered we were good, in the end, it would serve to discover much (Being that it is so)”

Enjoy listening and happy discovery