Eiffel 65
Blue (Da Ba Dee)

THE REVIEW

First of all, I hate Eiffel 65. I listen to music of a completely different caliber, and in my opinion, the Piedmontese group slots into a genre that's as bad as it gets: unbelievably tacky monophonic arrangements, plasticky robotic vocoder, idiotic lyrics in fake English, and a perpetual four-penny dance beat-tunz-tunz. But since there isn't even one review of this (useless) group on Debaser, I might as well take the opportunity to frame the subject sociologically.

The Eiffel evokes a lot for me. They represent the essence of the most tacky riffraff of the region I live in, Veneto. The Eiffel were all the rage in my area (I live in Treviso), and they well represent the underbelly of many young (or ex-young) people who are banal, empty, whose monotonous lives are punctuated by tacky nightclub evenings, where "music that beats" is listened to, and drinking is involved too (another vice of my region). The music of Eiffel evokes precisely this bleak suburban scenario for me, where the repetitive days spent doing the manual job at hand (which according to the local mentality makes a lot of money) are alternated with car rides, windows down, and plenty of gel in the hair.

From a musical standpoint, the group in question is the epitome of the most trivial and commercial banality, an emblem of our musically meager and computerized era. You buy a PC, throw in some always-the-same electronic bases, a simple beat as long as it’s tunz-tunz, invent some repetitive lyrics just to make it even more sellable, so it will succeed at fairs like S.Luca (my fellow countrymen will understand the reference). And to think that they are categorized in the "euro-dance" genre. Italy earns the prize for the worst musical tastes and productions: it is our lousy little songs that crowd the "Hitmania compilations"; a British DJ whose name I can’t recall, in an interview, mentioned that he hates having to do gigs in Italy because he’s forced to mix rubbish.

In conclusion, my apologies for the outburst, but while passively, by chance, listening to this single and a few others, I recalled socially bleak scenes; readers from Veneto in particular will understand my bewilderment. It brought to mind the many "put on the Eiffels, damn it" and similar stuff, which denotes the cultural shallowness of many of my peers (I'm 19), who are unfortunately very easily satisfied.