Edoardo Vianello
Tutte in un colpo...Come farebbero i marziani

EDOARDO VIANELLO-TUTTE IN UN COLPO......COME FAREBBERO I MARZIANI (2002)

Double Cd, double pleasure for a faded summer that is coming... How do we color it? With our national one and trine Vianellone! One because he is unique, trine because he is a cousin of the comedian Raimondo Vianello and uncle of journalist and TV host Andrea Vianello. Or perhaps quadruple, because he also formed the Vianella with his wife Wilma Goich. It needs to be said loud and clear: Vianello, besides having global sales success in the golden sixties, is the rifle's tip - and with all fins and goggles! - of the so-called Roman School of singer-songwriters, which has nothing to envy from the Genoese ones of the tiresome pseudo-existentialist chansonnier like De André - what a rhyme! - or from the Milanese ones of Gaber and Celentano, too distant from the sea, from Ostia and Fregene. Ladies and gentlemen, Vianello was the undisputed king of the Beach Hit, and thus of the golden age of 45s, the true King of the 60s Juke box, still studied in universities as a prototype of the ideal medium for the mass-media art of his time, a long poetic wave all Italian, daughter of Poliziano, of Lorenzo De' Medici, of Folgore da San Gimignano.

Simple rhymes, couplets, clichés, silly phrases, literary nonsense, absurdities from school bathroom scribblers, pleasant lists of all the vulgar topoi of mass holidays, bus songs and anthems of yokels and the most boorish latin lovers, - those with the reins on their Califano’s head for pe' understand - the spirit of Italy's post-war economic boom is all there, in this handful of irresistible songs: everyone knows them, everyone once sang them quietly. No one will ever be able to match him, perhaps with the same inanity and puerility, like the first Beatles, the Shadows, and the whole dynasty of surf, twist, surf, hully gully, cha cha cha. More senseless than the best Frank Zappa, more introspective and frivolously futile than the worst McCartney, more singable than the best Modugno, more immediate than the most violinous and cloying Bacharach, more brainless than the best Baglioni, Vianello can calmly aspire to the palm of one of the most influential composers of the century. Not surprisingly, some arrangements of evergreen songs are by maestro Morricone. "La tremarella", included in the film "I marziani hanno dodici mani, pinne fucile ed occhiali", which on the B-side contains, "Guarda come dondolo", which also becomes an evergreen, despite being a B-side, are included in the soundtrack of the film "Il sorpasso" by Dino Risi, "Il Capello", then the "Watussi," "Abbronzatissima", "Sul cocuzzolo". The second CD is dedicated to folk, to popular songs in Romanesco, of remarkable poetry and depth, which could hold their own, perhaps winning, even against the overly hyped and unfortunately unintelligible "Creuza de Ma'".

Vianello is still touring private TV, with a shaved head like a Martian, after his songs lived second and third youths in the 80s with "Sapore di mare", in the 90s. His songs that flooded radio stations across half the world meanwhile travel in cosmic ether. They are now already out of the Solar System. One day perhaps the Martians will hear an indistinct rustle and then...
Like the vibration of a spring, I get the jitters dancing the surf, it seems like a drum sounds moving my hands in front of you...