Fausto Rossi
Blank Times

THE REVIEW

Already the album title is a statement:

What does it mean?

Should we fill these spaces or leave them empty?

Ten years, the age of my son, after all, back then the gestation was parallel...

“Why don't you play like this here?

How's your wife?

Come on, this part is dull!

Do you want another Exit? I'm not that man anymore.”

What did we really expect from this laborious work?

Fausto, as always, surprises his fans, and to close the "interbeat" Trilogy, returns, after the Beatles-esque sounds of Becoming Visible and the electro-metallic daring of Below the Line (where he kills some splendid songs), to an album of good old blues-rock.

It starts with a splendid rock-ballad, Tu Non Lo Sai, confused by some for a love song, and everything ends in the melancholic Down Down Down. In between, there are some songs that deserve more attentive listening, like The Hill or Il Vostro Mondo.

Fausto, as always, manages, with his poetry and his suffering, to talk to us about topics perhaps too lofty to leave them in the pop realm.

This is his latest published work; he is surely continuing to “write out loud” (quote).

Some tracks present here were performed during the mini-tour of 2005 live at the Qube

PS. I asked Fausto to dedicate the album to my son; he only dedicated one track to him...

be simple, stay true

#trackbytrackbt work in progress