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Rating: This man never ceases to amaze us: you may say that for more than two decades now he has converted to the pop song form, but in reality, he has never stopped experimenting for a moment. Is there anyone else capable of weaving in phrases like "I will overcome gravitational currents" or "I know the laws of the world and I'll give them to you" in one of the most beautiful love songs of the '90s ("La cura") without making it sound ridiculous, but on the contrary, managing to move us? And it couldn't be otherwise: just listen to the symphonic theme of the string orchestra that repeatedly accompanies the verses, inspired even if a bit challenging. And can something like "Ein Tag aus dem Leben des kleinen Johannes" still be defined as a song, where sweet notes from a 19th-century Lied piano make their way through the dull beats of a cheap drum machine? In a thicket of verses and German muttering, one can glimpse the little hand and soft brown curls of a little Johannes (Brahms? In the imagination of us classical music lovers he always appears mature and with a majestic beard like his symphonies, but he must have been a child too...).
The innovative genius is ever active, and as if that weren't enough, another mind is at work, that of the old philosopher Manlio Sgalambro, who with his booming voice cites Heraclitus, strictly in Greek, to tell us the most obvious thing in the world, but also the one most often forgotten: that we are all "Passing through". Philosophy and song: it seems like madness, but with these two (mad? no, just original) the combination works. And the idea of having two songs proceed almost in parallel, only to intertwine them at the end, when "Strani giorni" overlaps with "Strange Days", who else could have thought of it, if not Battiato? One senses the contrast between a nostalgic motif, rather 60s, and an unyielding rhythm (something akin to the old "Cuccuruccucu"), yet it is a contrast that does not jar.
Besides, Battiato is a bit like the Mahler of the song: just as the Bohemian composer was capable of drawing sublime melodies from organ-grinder tunes, so our own is capable of making the best use of what he himself has defined as "musical rubbish". The juxtaposition of the celestial and the trite is a constant for him, and there are examples of this even in this album. "Amata solitudine" starts with sparse piano notes and a dreamy atmosphere to evolve into a syncopated, almost reggae rhythm, which, however, never entirely smothers the sweetness of the beginning, which resurfaces at the end of the track. The best shots are all fired at the beginning, so the finale is somewhat disappointing: the quality remains high only thanks to the dark charm, very modern and barely Portuguese, of "Segunda feira" and the pathetic orchestral accompaniment that evokes childhood memories in "Memorie di Giulia". Overall it remains an excellent album and above all, once again, very original.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Strani giorni (03:59)
In nineteen fortyfive I came to this planet
Ascoltavo ieri sera un cantante uno dei tanti
e avevo gli occhi gonfi di stupore
I've seen many things in this part of the world
nel sentire: "il cielo azzurro appare limpido e regale"
let me tell you something
(il cielo a volte, invece, ha qualche cosa d'infernale).
Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni.
Cantava:
life can be short or long
sento un rumore di swing provenire dal Neolitico,
it depends
dall'Olocene.
where you go at night
Sento il suono di un violino
alone and walking alone through the grey Sunday streets
e mi circondano l'alba
looking for someone
e il mattino.
the place was clean well lit
Chissà com'erano allora
I went in and I said (I suppose I said)
il Rio delle Amazzoni
whisky please
ed Alessandria la grande
the place was clean well lit
e le preghiere e l'amore?
two men in a corner were waiting
chissà com'era il colore?
I saw it from their hands
you look at the hands
not at the face
if you want to stay out of trouble
Mi lambivano suoni che coprirono rabbie e vendette
di uomini con clave
ma anche battaglie e massacri di uomini civili.
looking for someone
L'Uomo Neozoico
where you go at night
dell'Era Quaternaria.
Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni.
strange days I lived through strange days
Nella voce di un cantante
si rispecchia il sole
ogni amata ogni amante.
Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni.
I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline
the whisky flowed
sending me into the past
action roll the cameras
here comes a lighting tour of my life
the two in the corner didn't say a word
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