Fabrizio De André
Rimini

THE REVIEW

This morning I woke up in a foul mood, but instead of unloading some sacred crap on one of those not-too-ok albums that are usually liked by people who go to Pixies concerts, I decided to try listening to a De André record from start to finish. To really give it a go, since I don't like easy missions, I opted for that record that usually annoys even the most purist fans, probably because it would be Salvini's favorite.

However, "Rimini" is an album that deserves it, apart from "Avventura a Durango," which tries to reinterpret that old Bob Dylan song but only reminds me of the Big Brother house. For the rest, De André tries, and succeeds, anticipating the arrival of Sfera and trap by a good ninety-six years ("Zirichiltaggia," but also "Rimini," the song, and its vacuously colorful imagery). While imagining Faber sipping a bit of syrup, I can't hold back the emotion when the song "Andrea" starts: "Andrea had a love, black curls." Very sweet.

Perhaps "Rimini" doesn't have the straight beat, but it straight-up challenges all the conventions of the time, especially with "Coda Di Lupo," a song dedicated to Yoko Ono. "Parlando del naufragio della London Valour" only has the bad luck of having a name so long that it makes me forget what good I was about to say about it, and in fact, I forgot, but it was just like the Pappalardo-Zequila fight. "Sally" and "Vola La Carta" surprise with poetic insight, while "Folaghe," well, some people even eat glue, so it's okay. That said, it's clear that "Rimini" isn't a perfect album, but I don't feel like saying I didn't like it, so I think it's quite nice.

EDIT (05/05/2019): obviously, I didn't listen to the record, so it probably sucks, but you only read the rating in a review anyway.