Il Rumore Della Tregua
Canzoni di Festa

The butcher hung the chickens upside down in the window, indifferent to political correctness; it's always been that way.
The "talim" does not allow exceptions "A Red. A yellow. A yellow. A red. A black." the booming, monotonous voice of the "ustad" (the Master) is endless, regardless of whether your fingers hurt. "A Red. A yellow. Two yellow. Two red. A black. A red. A black. A yellow" Always this way from dawn till dusk every day.
In Tabriz, dawn arrives a bit earlier than in other parts of the globe, and the butcher behind the shop thinks only of slaughtering his chickens to hang them upside down.
Everything has already been said about Italian music; it has evolved from rubber ducks and poppies to Achille's Rolls Royce, from ladybirds to camels in the gutters, or if you prefer, from New Dada to Krisma.

This album is like an oriental carpet; always the same yet always magnificent, the entire work reflects the 1970s Italian singer-songwriter school without ever descending into the "already heard."
The best parts are "Mercoledì di Festa" and "Danny il Greco."

note: Talim? There is a little Sansoni manual, published in 1969, "I TAPPETI" in which Maria Ludovica Vervelli describes the talim: the book that "dictated" the carpets. (cit. Sergio Frau Omphalos page 624)