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I approve, I endorse, and I embrace.
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The Pooh ended with "Palasport", after reaching their peak with "Boomerang". What followed were androids programmed for repetition sine die, ad libitum, usque tandem, de facto, ipse dixit, esticazzi.
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Sorry, I commented but I want to quote you.
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Pop.
Honest, artisanal, simple (not simplistic!), four instruments and voice, as it should be.
Pooh Hurricane
7 may 21
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The Pooh had, especially between '76 and '85, the credentials to attempt an entry into the American market, which was slightly more receptive than the English one towards non-English-speaking artists, and therefore somewhat unkind to English singers. A few decent results had been achieved a few years earlier with some Italian rock-prog bands that tried to express their works in English with mixed results in terms of pronunciation, since the Premiata managed for a while to count on Lanzetti, who spoke English quite well, while Le Orme had a willing but clumsy Tagliapietra. The New Trolls had indulged in the language from across the sea more for trend than to try the market over there, and few others had even considered it, most with laughable if not poor outcomes. The Battisti proof is such an arrogant and ridiculous episode that it’s an exception in itself. This record from the four, on the other hand, could have convinced someone, perhaps on the East Coast of the USA, because it was reasonably pronounced and well-translated; moreover, the rearrangement did its part, effectively so. What was mainly lacking was distribution and publicity, as nothing sells there without proper preparation or adequate promotional hype, complete with curiosity and promotional clips, all of which were completely absent.
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CONTINUE.....
.... like this....
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Let's say that as a debut work it shines but does not sparkle or electrify the audience, who, while catching a glimpse of the novelty, considers him a new singer-songwriter worthy of attention, particularly because he sings in Neapolitan but is still very much anchored to tradition, both that of Naples and the purely Italian singer-songwriter lineage. There are just a few signs here and there of the blues and earthy funk that will characterize him in the years to come. But if only there were more debut albums like this.
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A bit of an ugly album, less spontaneous than the first one, which was more influenced by Zeppelin. I’m not a detractor of track by track, but presented like this it’s quite annoying, like a state archive, don’t you think? That said, welcome.
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Every four or five years, I read it all over again, and I always find parts that I don't remember and rediscover incredible characters that I had forgotten, who, without my knowing it, flowed under my skin, silently, with their phrases and behaviors.
I’ve calculated that since the first time I had it in my hands, when I was fourteen, I must have reread this book at least twenty times. For me, it’s one of the books that shaped my upbringing, if I ever had one, along with two or three others, which are vastly different in genre and style.
And good on the falchetto piemuntéis who delighted me with this choice of his, all encrusted with quotes and life scars.
So, it’s true that good things also come from that province.
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For once, dear Lulù, I find myself in disagreement with you (Ah ah ah, conte, con-te... did you get it? No? Well, I won't insist...)
It's really not possible, there's no word in the world that could shatter his perfect world, and that's because, as much as it is constructed with the brushstrokes of a true impressionist, every verse he created belongs to a solid reality, earthy, hilly, and agrarian, planted in the ground and as firm as an Alba hazelnut or an Asti vineyard.
It's difficult to ruin his images with words or gestures, perhaps blurry or translucent but as true and real as the life that generated them, really difficult, I would say impossible. And so you've swept us in front of a cinema screen where the everyday things scroll by, cashiers with Pekingese faces or saxophones pushing to the limit.
One might say, "More Paoloconte for everyone, damn it!"
Great album, your choice, which came at a time when the lawyer didn’t miss a shot, sharpening the blades to sink the deep cuts that his subsequent records will leave in the Italian and not just Italian artistic and discographic landscape.
Well done, as always.