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Rating: This album is beautiful.
I'm sorry to start like this because it takes away objectivity from the review, but it's really too much. I'm happy because I see, reading online and watching his concerts, that the number of "followers" and listeners of Vasco Brondi is growing, but I continue to be truly amazed, listen after listen, by the rare quality of the album in question.
A pure poetic flow made of cities, cities no one wants, the skies above industrial neighborhoods, poorly parked cars, urban trains that keep waking us up, flashing broken billboards; and permeated by devastating emotions, by love that swims in that dirty, industrial space but is always very present. You can even hear the silences and the sweetness of relationships among people in a sea of anger and delay, of solitude and the incessant noise of a machine that never stops.
The musical solutions are unclassifiable, a free and shouted rock, "enhanced" by Giorgio Canali's unparalleled musical experience, for a voice that manages to "tune" the screams of a generation with concrete gray dreams, as sung in what are not simple songs with a verse and a chorus, because the "formula" of LLDCE, that is, acoustic guitar, wonderful lyrics, social and inner scream, irony, various musical legacies, "canalian" effects, lead to a fade into a different musical form, but most importantly free. Neither rock nor punk, the often-mentioned forebears are Rino Gaetano, Afterhours, and the CCCP saga, but it is TOTAL POETRY IN MUSIC. Majakovskij without manifestos, a post-industrial Whitman singing asphalt instead of earth and anti-theft alarms in place of birdsongs. "Getting married with used band-aids on walks on tarnished beaches".
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