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Love Story - Faust'O 1985
Today I will talk about this album by songwriter Fausto Rossi dated 1985. The album can be considered an experimental pop work with influences from P.I.L's Metal Box. The album has six tracks, so it can be considered a mini-album. The quality of the tracks varies, indeed there are beautiful tracks like: Exhibition of Love, The Heat, and Overtones, which are pieces that cannot be criticized. Then the other three pieces indeed vary in quality, for example: Big Beat is a really beautiful track, but unfortunately the chorus where he repeats "Tic," though ingenious, is annoying to hear, while the other two pieces, namely Clouds over Thin Paper and Two Walls, have interesting samples but Faust'o's voice in these two tracks appears subdued, making them the worst on the album. It is a very nice album that, however, requires multiple listens to be appreciated. In fact, the first time I listened to it, I only appreciated The Heat. In his career, one of the least valued albums for no good reason.
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Faust'O's 1985 album 'Love Story' is an experimental pop mini-album influenced by P.I.L.'s Metal Box. It features six tracks with varying quality, highlighting songs like 'Exhibition of Love,' 'The Heat,' and 'Overtones.' While some tracks have less favorable elements, the album's depth reveals itself after multiple listens. This often overlooked work deserves more recognition in Faust'O's career.Tracklist Videos
Faust'O
Faust'O is the stage name of Italian songwriter/musician Fausto Rossi. In the reviews he’s described as an enigmatic, influential figure emerging from the late-1970s Italian underground, blending punk attitude and new wave/post-punk sonics with bitter, irreverent, often theatrical lyrics; later works also explore instrumental and electronic experimentation.12 Reviews
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By pacoandorra
All like that. And for those six tracks, we were on the couch in front of the stereo without batting an eyelid, captured by an obsessive mantra we didn’t understand, didn’t like at all, but that we couldn’t neither comment on nor turn off.
Every fire I light propels me towards the sky. A sense of belonging.
