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Pierpà

I must say, I really enjoyed the two previous albums and the One Dimensional Man project, and it was with great pleasure and curiosity that I began to search for this new enticing record.

The fact is, Pierpà, that after seeing the total length of the album, it was already clear to me how it would end.

1 hour 18 minutes and 54 seconds Pierpà? But Holy Salacca! Not to mention God

It's an overflowing album.
And I hate overflowing albums.
They make me freak out, as well as puke in some cases.
This happens when I realize that the artist in question is absolutely incapable of producing an album of such length without making me cheerfully curse to make it to the end. Then again, when I learn that my suspicions were well-founded.

But the thing is subjective, Pierpà.
As for me, however, I only have two huevos, I would like to postpone their shattering for a few years.

The fat covers the abs, albums this fat in most cases imply having followed an absolutely inadequate diet, a diet too chubby, super chubby! The kind where you behave for 3 days, lose 200 grams, get excited, celebrate with a few beers, then at 5.00 you demolish a diavola pizza, 4 porchetta sandwiches, and a couple of oxen. The next morning you wake up hoping you dreamed everything, but the acid that rises in your mouth and the result of your atrocities looks at you protruding from below (making little reassuring noises) convince you otherwise. So you decide to slaughter the last two pigs in the barn, convinced that the next day you will start behaving again.

An obese album is never beautiful.
It's a little heist on the poor man's money.
Sir, you might as well attach yourself to this camel's ding-dong.

What a waste. And I'm not referring to my unjustly underrated poetic art, but to the too many albums I've seen crumble under excessive verbosity, under excessive pretentiousness.

This is the reason why, even though the album has moments of undeniable depth and sometimes engaging and interesting lyrics, I can't go beyond a mere pass.

Pierpà, I'm not telling you not to take it as an offense, but only because I'm sure your anti-criticism immune system has already classified me as an idiot who hasn't understood a damn thing about the album, the theater, and life.
Pierpà, I know you hate the smart-asses, you're a prima donna.
Pierpà, I know you work as a waiter to make it to the end of the month (or to make ends meet?), but I work at a damn call center, and it's not certain that I'll make it to the end of the month (so excuse me if I didn't buy this lovely little record).
Pierpà, I know you have nothing to learn from someone incapable of understanding the qualitative level of all your little farts, but I think an album should also be a little enjoyable, not a brick to the privates.
Pierpà, if your name were Frank and your surname Zappa, you could have handed me 3 hard drives overflowing with remastered retchings, I would have gladly accepted, bending over and taking it for the respective duration, with a rather satisfied grimace on my face.

However, your name is Pierpaolo Capovilla, you don't know what humility is, and one of your verses, which from your point of view should have been interpreted in a more cultured and less illiterate manner, reads: "Rome Capital, you are disgusting, I can't stand you anymore."

Oh Pierpà, you know what? But go stick it up your ass!

I'm sure, unlike me, you'll be able to give the right interpretation to my invitation.

ps You won't need to read between the lines

Yours, Heisenberg <3


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