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Rating: Here we are again.
Once more, we've got to put up with this pseudo-American rap that deserves 2 stars, a sad imitation of the weary and downright fed up American rap style—a genre many have considered “dead,” entrusted to major labels and to a few showboat amateurs who try to keep it alive as best they can.
And so we have this “Nothing but the Truth” attached with a &em>“mere” 5€ to the newspaper giovanegiovane XL by Repubblica, a small preview of the album "Liar" set for release on November 9.
What can I say. It's hard to tell anymore if the young Milanese rapper is riding the wave and capitalizing masterfully on his persona, or if he's genuinely driven by noble sentiments of redemption, like a modern-day Don Quixote come to tell us “how it is in Italy” and how the world really works (really?! Let's all be quiet and hear what our new prophet has to say…).
The music (!!) has become dirtier and darker, practically the beats are more noise with faint melodic hints sketched out in the choruses, but essentially there is no big revelation perceived in any of the 5 tracks provided.
The "usual invectives” which, compared to the previous work, seem like lukewarm exercises in style that add nothing new to what was already said and shouted in the previous “Treason.” So on we go: against Hip Hop, which is “dead” (but we've been hearing that for at least 10 years!), against the low-culture-paparazzi-veline & fru fru of Italy (nothing new, Rino Gaetano sang about this 25 years ago), against everything and everyone, like the most predictable of scripts.
Honestly, I expected more (especially in terms of “content”), and it remains to be seen if the “great” media charisma that allowed him to emerge two years ago (indeed, his character was quite fitting for the historical moment) will be THE SAME that will bring him down, unless the cunning Milanese rapper pulls himself together and knows how to reinvent himself, becoming more unpredictable and less predictable than what we are given to “taste” with these 5 pieces (one of which is a remix of various tracks…).
In the accompanying interview in XL, Fibra talks nonstop… about Mastella (?), Bin Laden (??), his admiration for Fini (!), his fondness for Lapo (?) and for Laura Chiatti (?!), about Pasolini (“because he was gay” he says), about his alleged homosexuality (“I’m ambiguous too” he declares), his admiration for Scamarcio (!!)… all the while “casually mentioning” the fact that he would be happy to go to San Remo (“if they invite me, I'll go, what's strange about that?” he always declares on XL... hah ahah, so cunning...). In short, the calibration of the character is up to each individual's taste… the conclusions draw themselves.
For me, clearing away everything, especially the chatter, this strange EP seems negligible and appears to have begun its inexorable “downward peak,” given the almost caricatured representations of himself to the brink of devolution (listen to the track “This is the new single” which is overly self-celebratory… aka: THINGS already said and re-said!) but I will reserve the right to listen better to the CD when it comes out (assuming I ever buy it at full price!!) before giving a more objective judgment on this yet another effort (!!) by the meanest and most deceitful rapper there is.
Booo, scary Fibraaa!!
Tracklist:
1. Hip Hop
2. In Italy
3. This is the new single
4. At this show
5. Liar Megamix (featuring excerpts from: La Posta di Fibra, Bugiardo, Questa Vita, la Soluzione, Non provo più niente, the latter perhaps among the more interesting)
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