Finley
Tutto E' Possibile

"When summer is almost gone"... my god, in the end it's actually Italian music that's leaving (I won't say where for decency's sake!).

Moving on to this side show phenomenon constructed by design with a pseudonym of a true poser, what else could one think besides the first lines of this review?... Finley, new teenage "heroes". And that's exactly it... because like a new trend increasingly flourishing in Italy among young girls (the "fake-punk-something-unintelligible-hard-core" trend), a band is born that exploits its contents and brands as perfect preppy dolls, a band that has seized the moment at the peak of "pro-dementia" anthems and became its quintessential exponent... Anyway, I had the courage (admire me for this! lol) to look beyond the voices of other choirs who, despite knowing nothing about this group, dare to criticize and cast judgments on this "band."

"Everything is possible"... so then... the track that kicks off the dances is the one that gives the title to this (Forgive me) album. A rhythmic bass line that doesn't steer too much towards the banal accompanies the start of the song. The rest is known... throughout the album, the bass follows notes adjacent to those repeated power chords distorted very much in line with the Green Day school. The voice deserves a separate discussion, the real disaster. In fact, dear Pedro, besides not even knowing the word "diaphragm" or how to project his voice properly, also manages to scratch his vocal cords in a rather silly way, producing live off-pitch notes that could make the worst bidder envious. A very pronounced and "adolescent" accent is the cherry on top of the new "legendary punk singer."

The rest of the CD flows so quickly that one hardly notices, also because the songs are almost all the same, with ludicrous lyrics about "I miss you, I love you and my heart shatters seeing you away"... well, damn... excuse me. The most annoying thing is listening to ten thousand guitars accompanying the songs and then you go see for yourself! There's only one guitarist! And live they offer quite a show on sequencer... how disgusting! But the pinnacle of stupidity is reached in "Diventerai una str", a fanatical anthem to banality, superficiality, a defiance to human values and intelligence, a true (as they would say) "Punch to the stomach". Not to mention the obligatory heart-melting-girl acoustic guitars that are explicitly heard in "Per sempre", "Fumo e cenere". In the end, the episode of other "scream" inducing eight tracks is doubled by the same songs in English, with a pitiful English that makes clear how these four are trying desperately to achieve the emo look toward Green Day in a more than insufficient and banal way, leaving behind a trace of tangible squalor to export abroad to devastate other young girls... and I realize there's an answer to the Pooh... they wondered "WHO WILL STOP THE MUSIC?"... I leave the answer hanging.

Finley, "new" "symbols" "of" "Italian" "punk"... what can be said? Two stars because at least apart from the "deserted streets" and the "distorted notes" they had the courage to talk about themselves in the songs, of "People immersed in hypocrisy..."