stefaudio

Another masterpiece by Enzo, the chimera of Italian Music.

A work that wasn’t there but now, neither by luck nor by chance, simply is.
To be listened to carefully and to let oneself be cradled, trapped in a mountain of thoughts that we already had inside, but which are wonderfully extracted by a monumental Claudio Rocchi - in his last work that he won’t hear finished because he left just before its release, on June 18, 2013 - and by a stratospheric Gianni Maroccolo, in a state of grace, who later took the album on tour in the following years. Inside, a wealth of deeply inspired artists who contributed to creating something that is hard to believe is real, it’s so beautiful.

Absolute masterpiece, words are not needed but only ears. Uniting extreme refinement and ease of listening is almost impossible. Hollis has done it.

Pacifico Gino De Crescenzo has a remarkable ability to describe images with words; with just three or four words, he paints a situation and you see it as if you were there. A rare and precious gift, I searched for this album patiently back then (there was no Amazon, or maybe I just didn't know about it), and I found it almost by chance at the record store on the upper floor of the Auchan in Olbia. One of my most cherished albums among the roughly 2,000 titles I own, all purchased. This album contains important words, to be cherished and listened to ad libitum.

For me, Waters' masterpiece. A dreamlike journey through the mind of a man, the album that, had it taken a different path, would have been released under the Pink Floyd name instead of The Wall, and now everyone would still be singing its praises. Instead, it’s an album by the solo and somewhat despised Ruggerone. To be listened to even after death. Six stars.