Fabrizio De André
Storia di un impiegato

Now an album like this would be unthinkable, for its content, rhetoric, references, and iconoclastic force.

The phrase that captures the sense of the work's psychedelic neorealism is "yesterday's newspaper reports him dead, rusted. The gravediggers often collect them, among the people who let themselves be rained on."

It's a mirror of a country that believed it was something it never became, of music that was culture even before it was made, the metatext of an aborted revolution, and in its embryo, it already sees along the horizon the shadow with reinforced shoulders of the eighties.

Textbook.