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Rating: "Breathless not sweet and kind casual but ciriaco"; from Sicily to the far west is a short step: the Palermo duo points the gun to our head and captures us in their country-rock songwriting, infused with tough blues and rough folk, fueled by guitar, banjo, and bass drum. The comparison with Marta Sui Tubi is often inevitable, as in "Farà cadere lei": a rocking rock 'n' blues full and lively, with a decisive voice and lyrics that get straight to the point, spontaneous and merciless, as also in "Per tanto" which is accompanied by a country-blues riff in White Stripes style; "Centauro" is a story told according to the Brizzi-Frida X project styles, with a chorus inspired by the always relevant Rino Gaetano. The group walks this line, teetering on the cliff that drops into the depths. The voice and guitar loops whirl the words; in "Università" everything is sealed with clap hands and extravagances.
They are songs that go straight to the gut, delirious country-blues all smoke and ohh hi ah ah as in "Blu laguna" and brief gunshots as in "Bomba nel cuore", supported by the Zen Circus, rapid and climbing, where there's the sense of imminent explosion. The shot is in the barrel: "Il mistero dello specchio rotto" is diabolical already in the words: "sulfur burns, stinks, and damns" which introduce the eponymous track of the record which captures and exasperates: "if it continues like this, we'll all go to hell".
The atmosphere expands with the melancholic pop-folk of "Africa", guitar and voice sweetened worthy of a Gianluca Grignani as a bounty hunter. The anger evolves in "Ciriaco", a tough showdown from the far west, eye to eye, then fades away with the final "Scarpette a punta", a whispered ballad reminiscent of the eccentric poetry of Ettore Giuradei: a fairy tale to keep fears at bay before going to sleep...
"Look how you are reduced, your face is shattered, I haven't slept in nights"; it's hard to escape your torments, so trust Il Pan Del Diavolo...
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