Gianluca Grignani
Campi Di Popcorn

..A boy who walks away whistling "The Joker" following the paths of his "Campi Di Popcorn"..

This is how I've always imagined, listening to it, the ending of this nervous, angry, psychedelic, confused, emotional album.

I am not interested in thinking about what Grignani will start doing musically after this album. Instead, I am interested in reflecting on the surprising artistic quality of Our Man's first three works, of which this wonderful "Campi Di Popcorn" represents the highest point.

Because it has a scorching start ("Baby Revolution"), because it contains intense lysergic pieces ("Candyman", "Campi Di Popcorn", "Buongiorno Guerra"), because there is confusion, neurosis, anger, and enthusiasm in hallucinated tracks seasoned with grunge guitars like "The Joker" and "Dalla Cucina Al Soggiorno", characterized by a schizophrenic alternation between (apparent) calm and blind fury, or "Scusami Se Ti Amo", where the emotional crescendo leads to the final screams; because in a piece with an obsessive tribal rhythm like "Dio Privato", I would have never expected sudden melodic oases where you can breathe.

And then there is an exposed soul searching desperately for a meaning, sometimes more vigorously ("Little Man", "Mi Piacerebbe Sapere"), sometimes more intimately ("Marce 1/2", "La Canzone").

Everything is accompanied by those dreamy atmospheres typical of the author, here immersed in his passions, his torments, his sincere artistic and human recklessness.

A wonderful recklessness.