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Bobo Merenda

I'm re-listening to all of Jannacci's work. Maybe I'll write about it too. Who knows.
7th, Daniele Silvestri
It's not the artist, but the title of his debut. And honestly, despite being raw, and although not all the tracks are memorable, it flows very well: there are already huge sparks of talent in the beautiful "Voglia di gridare," but also excellent slow tracks like "Dove sei" and "L'uomo intero," and in between "Quanto è," a piece with interesting blues sounds at times. However, what truly makes this album stand out compared to all of Daniele Silvestri's others is how this project is set up: being a first album, it's much lighter than the subsequent ones; it's an album that, despite having beautiful pieces, doesn’t take itself too seriously, it doesn’t aim to develop songs with strong themes as it will mainly do in "S.C.O.T.C.H." This debut is a carefree record that begins with total self-irony in "Idiota" and continues in other tracks like "Datemi un benzinaio," "Paolo," and "Il flamenco della doccia," songs that already showcase our irony but here have even more room to breathe. It would be dishonest, however, to say that the album, in its entirety, is always at these levels: many tracks here are still just sketches that aren't particularly striking like "Non sono stato io," "Mi fido poco," "Amarsi cantando," and "Portami via," all songs that, in the economy of the album, neither add nor subtract; they are just there to add fluff to the tracklist, nothing serious but unfortunately present. Overall, this is a flawed album in many aspects, especially regarding the song writing, which is still very raw and not very impactful, but there are at least 4/5 pieces worth remembering and another couple that are pleasant, all in an album that, despite the lesser tracks, flies by beautifully, and 40 minutes and more feel like 20 minutes.

The meticulous rating: 8-

The gem:
Daniele Silvestri - Voglia Di Gridare (videoclip)
8°, S.C.O.T.C.H
Well, this is the biggest surprise from revisiting all of Silvestri's albums: what I considered the most average album of them all, upon re-listening, has turned into a very good album. The reason is quite simple: unlike other Silvestri albums that reach about 60 minutes in length (Acrobati, Il latitante), this one is more enjoyable on a cursory listen through all the tracks. This doesn't make S.C.O.T.C.H an exceptional work, far from it; despite being overall listenable, it still carries over a flaw from the previous work, namely the somewhat forgettable tracks, which are few compared to Il latitante (Cos'è sta storia qua, La chatta, In un'ora soltanto, Lo scotch) but nevertheless comprise a decent part of the album. Another flaw is that even the most successful tracks aren't as outstanding as others; Sig. Dapatas, in its fallibility, had half of its songs that were golden, whereas here it feels more like...incense, or at best myrrh: Sornione is nice but nothing earth-shattering, Fifty fifty is catchy but again, little to be surprised by, Acqua stagnante and Acqua che scorre are two excellent ballads but don't hit as hard as some of our others, Io non mi sento italiano is a nice cover but here the genius belongs to Gaber, even though Silvestri added his touch, Precario è il mondo works but the lyrics aren't as sharp and deep as they should be, and the same goes for Monito(r). What remains of S.C.O.T.C.H, in the end, will be the prologue and the epilogue stripped of any embellishments, just voice and piano (Le navi and Questo paese), the lightly yet so bitterly resigned Ma che discorsi and the fantastic L'appello, a piece featuring the brother of Borsellino seeking clarity on the murder. This album is the opposite of Sig. Dapatas: not all the pieces are precious, but placed within the mechanism of the album, everything flows as it should, and that's enough to consider it a respectable work from the good Silvestri, who leaves with dignity.

The meticulous score: 7
The gem:
L'appello
9th, Mr. Dapatas
As far as I'm concerned, Mr. Dapatas has always been an anomaly in Silvestri's discography: it's an album that has some very high peaks and a few poorly placed lows that make the overall listening experience somewhat erratic; not only that, it’s also an album that remains torn between serious tracks and lighter ones, a division emphasized by the tracklist (Insieme, a song about human relationships in a somber and disillusioned manner, is immediately followed by Amore mio, a carefree song that you already know is about... love). It’s an album that tries to stylistically replicate Il dado, since that album was also a continuous change of genres and styles, but Mr. Dapatas loses that chemistry because it is too calculated, too measured; there's no anarchy that its predecessor had. It remains stuck in a limbo trying to deliver a more polished version of that album, which is very noticeable in tracks like Insieme or Sto benissimo. So, is the album to be discarded? Not at all, in fact, many tracks are excellent: Aria is a beautiful piece that intensely describes life in prisons, Pozzo dei desideri is lighthearted in its depiction of gambling addiction and is quite enjoyable despite the theme, Insieme has a remarkably successful text that manages to be powerful yet leaves you feeling bitter, Desaparecido is a classic war-themed track that is anything but banal and succeeds in being somehow accessible to everyone; and then there’s a rather peculiar duo that testifies to the condition in which this album leaves me, because this duo consists of my favorite song from all of Silvestri's work and the only track that disgusts me: Sono io, a fantastic closing that has personally resonated with me, and Tu non torni mai, a silly little tune with uninteresting lyrics and music and a duration that makes it feel more like a Chinese torture than a love song. This is Mr. Dapatas, an album that is at times flawed but at times brilliantly successful, attempting to be a medley made up of various ingredients like Il dado, but what emerges is definitely a good cake that doesn’t quite know what ingredient gives it flavor.

The meticulous rating: 7
The gem:
Sono Io
Since I've re-listened to Silvestri's entire discography while waiting for the new album, why not do something like in the old days and create a ranking of the worst broken down into various listens? Just for fun and because I don't have the time to write in-depth about the new record. No more preambles, let’s start the ranking:

10th, Il latitante
Nothing has changed; it remains his weakest album for a simple reason: it's his most forgettable record. It has a few songs that work, indeed, many songs do: Mi persi is an excellent start with its jazzy vibe and "existentialist" lyrics, La paranza, in its simplicity, is interesting for its text rich in multi-layered meaning, Sulle rive dell'Arrone is Silvestri's most mature song up to that point, Gino e l'alfetta is also easy-going but by no means obvious, A me ricordi il mare is special in its own way as a summer tune. These tracks are golden grains shining at the bottom of an album that is actually a black river like tar, which is neither petronio nor sludge; it’s not precious and doesn’t stick, it’s just dirty water. There are nice and well-crafted songs like Faccia di velluto, Il suo nome, Prima era prima, but they lack strength; they add to the tracklist but not to the listening experience. And then there's Che bella faccia, which transcends being forgettable and becomes almost irritating with each re-listen of the album, a jab at Berlusconi (rest in peace) that lacks punch and reduces to a nursery rhyme with no head or tail. Il latitante is well-arranged like all of Silvestri's albums, but it's the one where ideas are few and most of them are not even developed to their full potential. Considering that five years have passed between this and the previous one, it leaves a bitter taste knowing that all that energy was spent on something surprisingly understated.

The meticulous score: 4 ½

The song to remember:
Daniele Silvestri - Mi Persi
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Damn the Baustelle. The album is...pleasant. Nothing impressive, but decent, I just think that unlike other works by this group, I will listen to only a couple of scattered tracks instead of the whole album.
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Splash
The worst track from Sanremo: musically fresh, a chorus that doesn't make your balls ache after 2 listens, a text from which you can derive many themes without overstating. However, it’s crap because it’s a track that if you don’t use your brain a bit, you won't listen to it at its best, and therefore it will never win and that's why it’s crap.
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After this, I believe I'll retire. Stay tuned for future updates.
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Expect a review in the coming days, I have a couple of things to say.
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Faccio schifo al cazzo
Have a nice Sunday