Germanò
Per cercare il ritmo

One of the most melancholically pleasant albums of the younger years of this century.

It doesn't take much, if you want it, to soothe a mind that's always too complicated, like mine. You just need not to be too ashamed of it, and thankfully or unfortunately, I'm now helped by age in this regard.

The power of certain music, of certain tones.

Every now and then it's happened to me over the years, in this century with the old Belle & Sebastian, Sufjan Steven. Here, the B&S are somewhat present, especially in Grace, with all their musical forebears.

A bedroom pop with jazz nuances, sometimes slightly disco, a somewhat '80s sound, but the kind that preferred to stay a bit in the background in the '80s, a bit closed in on themselves, hoping to make it out alive.

What can I say, a bit of a post-adolescent Christofer Cross, for the not quite baritone voice, a bit of a melancholic Donald Fagen, for certain sounds, crossed with the sweetness of bands like the Lotus Eaters.

All in Italian, imagine that, the language of the early Luca Carboni.

A little gem, good as a musical background to convince sadness to go away by gently caressing its head, almost completely unnoticed, a shame.