Genco Puro & Co.
Area Di Servizio

THE REVIEW

I, for reasons of age, have no stories to tell relating to this music. To an album released almost more out of obligation than desire in 1972 (as can be gleaned from the brief caption in the booklet). Because I wasn't around in 1972.
Not even in '82.

Nevertheless, there is something in these warm sounds that reconciles me. Perhaps it is the flavor of a past so different from the present, so easy to mold with imagination.

But this doesn't happen only with this little record; in fact, for almost all that Italian production from the early '70s, whether prog or not.

This, for example, is pointed out by several sources as a prog album, which has absolutely nothing prog about it, except perhaps the cover.
The pieces are very short, rarely over 3 minutes, have linear and tested structures, no experimental digressions, but there is that layer of nostalgia in the sounds that grips me and makes me appreciate even small naiveties like Biscotti e the, or the one I preferred, Campane a Rotterdam.

The aforementioned is remembered more than anything "because" of Battiato, who played and wrote and sang something, surely contributed prominently with his moog.

But beyond Battiato, these little songs have a bittersweet flavor; the ability to enchant me with a simple piano carpet, and make me travel through time to memories that are not mine.

If it’s not like this for you, move along, there’s nothing here, just naive little songs.