If you like rap, don't pick another rapper because this is a great time for Fabri Fibra. It just so happens that Fibra has completely lost it, with crises from his past insecurities, giving us an exceptional album from every point of view. Buying his CD is not recommended for those over eighteen, but there are at least 17 reasons plus two why itās worth listening to.
When rap is great, itās great for the technique, the precision, the powerful sound, and the massive rhymes. Weāve summed up in one line the essence of this Mr. Simpatia, a shiny new album from the genius Fabri Fibra, a.k.a. Fabrizio Tarducci. So, it happens that we have in our hands, and in our ears, one of the most beautiful albums ever heard in the Italian rap scene. Mr. Simpatia engages from every point of view: the sound, first of all, the lyrics second but not least, and the technique, essential to excel in the first two points. In this record, there are at least seven tracks on loop, the kind you canāt help but listen to at least ten times in a row. This album has acid, mean, razor-sharp lyrics. This album has content on multiple levels, for the silliest beef muncher and for the most attentive listener.
Too much enthusiasm? Too enthusiastic?
I donāt think so, in the face of the miserable edition of sad pieces that is drowning us on vitaminic and in the samplers of Italian hip hop magazines, we are finally facing listenable rap, with rhymes that fit perfectly with the beats, beats that sound, that make the speakers vibrate, that truly make rap.
A blow to the head, what do you want it to be? Fabri is dead, and Mr. Simpatia, his alter ego, has risen, the one who turns Fabrizio Tarducci, who has passed on to a better life, into a hologram. Mr. Simpatia has completely gone mad, and as a madman, thereās not much to take him seriously, yet he does real rap, in a scene oppressed by the stale stench of all those extras who build terrible demos and the specters of those who have left, defeated, the rap scene.
Seventeen, or rather nineteen, 17 official tracks, plus the bonus track and finally the radio edit of track 10 "Faccio sul serio," just to clarify the true intentions of the production. The production is entrusted to a character who is truly gaining depth in every field, from sound to rhyme; this is Fabrizio's brother, Francesco, also known as Nesli Rice. A gem is the production of track number 3 "Io non ti invidio," entrusted to the ever-brilliant Bassi Maestro. The loop tracks are undeniably "rap on point": track 8 "faccio sul serio," track 10, "Non crollo" track 11, "Non fare la puttana" track 12, "Palle piene!" track 14, "Andiamo," Feat. Nesli, track 16, and finally the bonus track, number 18 on the player.
To conclude, this album is a must-have. It canāt be missing from your CD collection, it canāt be missing from your stereo. After years spent listening to the ramblings of swollen American rappers high on hamburgers, bullets, and glocks, finally, a real rap album that concerns us, with the right dose of verbal violence that shakes even the most peaceful souls. --------------> Is that you, Mastro Filinus?
