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Gnaro (since you are from Brescia, I can use this term freely), are you from the city?

A precise and succinct writing, not bad. Last time I forgot to welcome you to the site, I'll fix that right away. Welcome to Debaser.

Nice review, I'm curious to read it also considering the publisher (Sironi), which always has quality publications.

Good review. To be honest, they are good, but the singer just doesn’t hold up, what a shame.

I noted it down too, the review is quite enticing.

In this world, honesty and sincerity are rare things. You possess them, and it does you honor. I don’t share certain concepts, but opinions must be respected; otherwise, we don't get far because it makes no sense to preach certain things when we are the first to be intolerant. The problem, which we once believed existed only in the South and has chronically spread to the rest of the country, is one: resignation. No one is indignant anymore; there is no courage to say certain things and to get angry. And so two phrases come to my mind: the famous "Fuitevenne" by Edoardo and another by Fabrizio de André in which he said that the Mafias created jobs and were the only prospect for young people in the South. In both, there was a love for those lands that people tend to forget. So, can your desire to leave be seen as an act of love? I wouldn’t know, but it's understandable and reasonable, more than one might think, and I don’t consider it a selfish or anti-solidarity gesture. Do you think I say "Monnezzopoli" lightly? Don’t think so. As someone from Salerno, I love my city (just as you love yours), and so I feel compelled to defend it, even with not-so-friendly phrases, but I am not a rational thinker; I am instinctive, passionate, and we both know how certain contexts should be approached with guts rather than with the head because, by thinking too much, we keep our eyes closed and reality passes us by unnoticed. It’s not by taking a stand against everything and everyone that we win battles; it's not by putting ourselves as a bulwark of the independence of the individual against "the masses" that we move forward. In that case, one becomes almost amorphous, without real awareness. Each of us can be independent and honest even by listening to others and sharing a common discomfort. Maybe you’re thinking that I am boring and pointless, that these are the ramblings of someone who has run away from the South to come "almost to Corbetta" and doesn’t live my reality. So why am I interested in your world and wish it were better? It’s called a sense of solidarity, something that almost no one has talked about except for a certain Jesus Christ, whom no one believed in. There are no right or wrong men; there are right and wrong worlds. Man has the fortune of seeing them and noticing them, even in reflection (as I do), and he has the duty and the strength to change them because he lives them, but as long as he is alone, he does not become a man but a hero, unfortunately. What I just wrote is nonsense, and do you know why? Because it’s written behind a keyboard, and I feel I am "wrong" (I apologize for the quote, but it has stuck in my mind). How I wish I could be in the midst of "the South" and the Mafioso with a machine gun. What’s getting to us is the obligation to survive, the same one that brought me to the Padana plain (less lush and green than one might think). Good evening.

You've been more "concise" than usual; apart from that, good job, but how the hell did you find it?

I miss this record, but I've felt something of it. It's unhinged but good.

You could have spent a few more words about the band. I listened to some tracks on their Myspace, but they didn't impress me much.

A record I recently discovered, not bad even though I don’t consider it among the peaks of Free.