Fausto Rossi
Cambiano Le Cose

THE REVIEW

After seven years spent studying ethnic and electronic music, Faust'o, reclaiming his own name, releases, thanks to A. Carrara's TARGET, "Things Are Changing". An album that shatters all the convictions of how a song album should be made.

This record, if you will, is not even a record, full as it is of sounds and noises that are sometimes dark and/or icy, generated by almost sentient machines and not by humans.

Our artist, after the minimalism of "Love Story" played only with bass and drums, now eliminates any form of traditional orchestration relying entirely on various electronic devices: Sound Tools, Turbosynt, Alchemy. For the recording, processing, and playback of audio signals, he uses: Performer, M, Upbeat, Galaxy, Midiquest, Opcode DX editor. Everything is filtered through electrical circuits to give us a sparse work and, at times, almost unreal.

The lyrics are compressed, just over a sentence. Almost like Japanese Haikus, they serve more as an instrument than as poetry, some are beautiful in their simplicity."When it rains people change.....And the leaves fall, fall."
Fausto sings almost as if being skinned alive, icy, caustic, precise. The only song in the orthodox sense of the term is: Soft Machines with lyrics by Laura Valente, then also a singer of Matia Bazar. An electrodance track almost a simple little pop, if it weren't sung as if the world were exploding inside him, it almost seems the song is there out of spite, as if to say: "What do you think I could sell out too. But I won't."
In fact, the following track "Otropuldo" is truly the quintessence of Faustian minimalism. A single note generated by Max that insinuates into the head until it leaves us stunned. The cover is stunning full of references and memories. Everything in disarray on the worktable can be seen. Scores, an LP by Xenakis, a Beatles CD: Sgt Pepper, the manual for MAX, J'accuse...Amore mio, books of Zen philosophy, a book by Allen Ginsberg. All this represents the soul and influences of the author.

On the back cover, Fausto still waits for us behind the glass. Just like in "Poco Zucchero." With this work, Fausto draws a clear line on what was and what will be. In subsequent works, he will completely abandon electronics to embrace a more blood-filled rock.

"and then the snow melts
and the world remains watching
everything ends
i saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked.
......suddenly another summer."

From "Tears"
"i saw the....."
This is the first line of the poem "Howl" by A. Ginsberg.