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Rating: Please note that I am writing in July about a concert that took place in April, almost three exact months later. There are three good reasons that prompted me to do so:
- The Lali Puna concert was the best of the Roman season: I wanted to wait for the season to end to affirm this;
- During their concert, Lali Puna managed to unleash impressive energy, maintaining a clear, detailed sound, like light through a prism: almost three months later, I assure you, I still vividly recall the sensations I experienced;
- I'm on vacation starting tomorrow :-)
Like in Bologna (according to what I read from what Donzaucher wrote), they start after midnight, following more than an hour of a rapper who isn't that bad, but certainly not at their level, lacking personality (which is all for a rapper)... If in Bologna the day after they excused him citing technical problems, I like to think that my copious whistles might have been worth something ;-)
In a venue known for its infamous poor acoustics, we were also penalized by an excessive crowding, unable even to move.
The concert, which started in the worst possible way, immediately found its dimension as soon as Lali Puna began to play. When (the voice of) Valerie Trebeljahr appeared, we present fell as if hypnotized. Indeed, this is the peculiarity of Lali Puna: the sound is electronic, "effect-laden", where the keyboards modulate on the step "marked" by a soft, round bass, heading towards warmth without ever exceeding that limit which would overexpose and blur it... the drums are incessant, beaten, "thumped", to the point where you almost think you're at a subway stop with trains crossing. In all this brilliance, where with Can Suzuki would start quietly and finally get carried away to participate, Valerie's voice arrives clear, thin, almost "dry." Think of the image in Akira, where the roads open, and the protagonist remains immobile and outwardly calm. And Lali Puna manage to hypnotize you.
This is evident in "B-Movie" and "Left Handed", the performances of their new course which have evidently placed them on the throne of a scene that sees them too suddenly without rivals.
The only regret is that Faking the Books fails to convey in the studio what they assembled live, presenting itself, in comparison, as a nearly inferior work.
4 and not 5 because you shouldn't cram Christians like you shouldn't cram even animals.
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