pippocalippo

I know very little.
But as a kid, when people saw him they would say, ‘What a character!’
A song seemed to be hatching...
Hotel Plaza told me, however, that you should never judge a horse by the saddle: beautiful song, ethereal (exactly the comment).

In 1984, I was buying Alta Fedeltà, a beautiful magazine for HI-FI stuff.
In the January 1985 issue (if I'm not mistaken), there was an article about 'Italian Rock of the '70s.'
There was a box that said 'To be saved: the deserving Jumbo of Vietato ai minori (when will we get a review?), and among others, there was Dedicato a Frazz.
I wrinkled my nose at this old stuff, which I was completely unaware of, and yet I already loved Battisti’s Anima Latina...
A couple of years later, I went to dig out this article under two inches of dust in the attic (the Internet didn't exist yet, there was Videotel, but it was something different), with the greed of a piranha:
the fascination of the wonderful covers of Progressive Italiano even before the music itself!!! It would be great to have a referendum on the most beautiful cover of that period!

The most highly praised LP in history is actually not a crazy crap but just a nice normal record, with good ideas and a healthy desire to amaze those who, blindly, are amazed only because they were called Pink Floyd and not The Carriolons. The only thing that I really like about this LP is the man knocking in the stormy night and the one from the inside who responds all pissed off. The end.

the rotating trumpet???
Possessed???

pure-state depression
(I don’t like them; if I have to praise psychedelia and the experimental, I prefer our Francuzzu from Catania over these guys...).

I agree, the best work by Osanna, by far.
"Stanza città, mi torna in mente che c'è un'altra vita...", then that incredible synthesizer
that sounds like a bagpipe...a shawm...something indescribable...chilling.
Such a fantastic synthesizer only in a few other things like in YS by Balletto di Bronzo, Terzo Incontro, before "E quel che vide fu un'altro uomo...", which even sounds like an electronic kazoo (nu' maranzanu...)...
Ehhh...these Neapolitans...
Lu Cucc was right... "Sono zozzoni ma sanno cantare...pero' so' zozzoni...pero' sanno cantare pero' so' zozzoni...all'infinito"...

The man and the Breathless Animal (the beginning) the only beautiful things about the LP, the Osanna, according to many, at one point had the audacity to overdo it, heading in headfirst...

At 18, in November 1986, I heard 'Impressioni di Settembre' on Rai Stereo Uno in FM and exclaimed: 'Porco Dio!', but that was the end of it.
In May 1987, I bought UT by New Trolls, one of the most beloved LPs of my youth.
And so began my adventure in discovering 70s Italian Progressive (that is, as they say...caz... 'the cocoa of cocoa'...)

I really like butterfly: it reminds me of my 19 years (1987): in fact that year I discovered this album... on tape... The two Conderti Grossi, however, I never liked that much...

Gentlemen, we're talking about 'those who have made cardboard figures', not nonsense...
...Chapeau...