The black diamond of Italian progressive rock, one of my favorite albums in the local "scene." It’s not a perfect album; it’s perhaps the rawest and most abrasive work of the peninsular prog, recorded like a baboon's ass but with a visceral and concreteness that are rare in many albums by other bands, especially the "minor" contemporaries. I can't quite call it a Masterpiece, but I can't help but commend its genuine and visceral rawness, the dry style, and the direct way in which the cynical bleakness of the beautiful lyrics is expressed, with crude, strong, macabre imagery, devoid of the metaphors and (splendid) poetic artifices of Le Orme, for example; here, everything is expressed with disarming clarity. In this sense (considering the lyrics of "L'amico suicida" above all), at least in the prog scene in Italy, this album was, I believe, a unique case, and in 1974 there weren't that many examples like this; in fact, only about 12 people bought the album. It's also worth noting: it's one of the Italian prog albums with the best vocals; Canali has a beautiful voice and uses it in perfect harmony with the song's style, powerful, compelling, and gritty, giving meaning even to the most dramatic and emphatic moments, but in general aligning with the restless and harsh mood of the album. One track that is truly a small masterpiece: "Confessione," pure hard rock of the highest order, a splendid song. Then, amid moments of uneasy calm, hard-prog, and the macabre and desolate expanse of "L'amico suicida," the album never fails to please me.
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