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The boy, as one might have guessed, is sufficiently at loose ends: that's why I like him.
In this striking debut, released by Trovarobato at the end of 2010, Iacopo Incani, 27 years old and the sole bearer of the peculiar name in question, demonstrates personality, intelligent eclecticism, and tangible music-writing quality. In short, he couldn't care less (oops!) about how a record should sound to try to gain a minimum of commercial success, at least within the increasingly musically-mummified national borders.
Exceptionally crooked, strident, multiform, and cacophonous, the 12 tracks, constructed with the aid of a sampler, a loop machine, and a skeletal acoustic guitar, are nothing more than a fierce, hallucinated, and disenchanted journey through our detached everyday life.
The album piques interest-delights-and-grows listen after listen, in a way we're becoming unaccustomed to, increasingly clouded by the mass obliteration that grips us.
An unhealthy breath of foul air: not even at Upim.
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