Le Orme should be considered as one of the greatest Italian rock bands of all time.
In the early '70s, new progressive rock bands began to spring up like mushrooms all over Europe, a genre that was in vogue at the time; the homeland of prog was undeniably England, and our Italian musicians could not help but look to the English bands (Yes, Genesis, ELP, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Jethro Tull among others) to steer their musical style in a precise direction; however, remembering that prog is innovation above all, further credit must be given to Italian artists who were only minimally or not at all influenced by Anglo-Saxon models and indeed made originality their launch pad.
Le Orme's line-up was the classic trio, modeled after the Nice; until then, they had authored one of the most beautiful Italian beat moments, “Ad Gloriam,” with vaguely psychedelic flavors. With Aldo Tagliapietre on vocals, bass, and electric and acoustic guitars, Miki Dei Rossi on drums, and Tony Pagliuca on keyboards, organ, and moog, they arrived in 1971 at the creation of "Collage," one of the greatest Italian rock albums and if you like, a manifesto of spaghetti-prog. What to say about this album? Terribly fascinating...
The songs flow smoothly, the changes in tempo are perfect, and dreaminess reigns supreme. From the superb “Cemento armato,” which some have shamelessly dared to criticize for its instrumental interlude, to “Sguardo verso il cielo,” perhaps the model Italian song for the progressive rock to come, passing through the sweet and enchanting “Era inverno,” it truly seems that these Venetian flower children can make us relive, at least in thought, those fantastic 70s that I never lived through, but will someday if they ever invent a time machine (maybe). The track that gives the album its name is also the introductory one: “Collage,” the instrumental that swings open the doors to the planet Orme, more of an “intro” than a real song. “Evasione totale” will be the result of who knows what magical journey, nevertheless, it’s more than successful experimentation, where the solid union of the three totally escapes. “Immagini” is what they see, that is, a thousand beautiful things, but she is not there and sadness permeates everything. In “Morte di un fiore” it's the brief concluding instrumental part that shines, and tells of the tragic death of a young hippie.
The cover represents them as three pure white souls in front of a cemetery, and it is among the most beautiful not only in the prog environment. Overall, the album far exceeded the expectations for any Italian band in '71, and I would unhesitatingly give it the title of the “In the Court of the Crimson King” of Italy. More specifically, here we find not only the baroque and symphonic rock of Quatermass, Nice, and ELP but interesting backgrounds with tastes, why not, Mediterranean and... well-seasoned!
"Collage" and the two subsequent albums will remain long in history, we will not; and so, why not follow them, these Orme of a bygone era, these ideals so pure that today are taken as madness, these life stories, this dream of freedom...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Era inverno (05:05)
Ogni notte ti prepari
Sempre bella sorridente
Un' attrice che non cambia scena.
La tristezza della luna
Nella mani della gente
Che possiede la tua finta gioia.
Senza dirmi una parola
Sei fuggita all'improvviso
Hai capito forse che ti amo?
Vorrei dirti non importa
Il pensiero della gente
E che ho in mente quella sera
Era inverno e tu tremavi,
Sulla neve risplendevi
Dissi "e' la prima volta"
Mi stringevi forte, forte...
Ed un caldo, caldo, caldo...
Dissi "e' la prima volta"
Dissi "e' la prima volta"
Diecimila, ventimila
Sempre bella sorridente,
Un' attrice che non cambia scena.
Diecimila, ventimila,
Nelle mani del cliente
Che possiede la tua finta gioia.
03 Cemento armato (07:13)
(A. Pagliuca - A. Tagliapietra)
Cemento armato la grande citt�
senti la vita che se ne va
vicino a casa non si respira,
� sempre buio ci si dispera.
Ci son pi� sirene nell'aria
che canti di usignoli.
E meglio fuggire e non tornare pi�.
Dolce risveglio il sole � con me.
Nell'aria le note di una chitarra.
la casa � lontana, gli amici di ieri,
� tutto svanito , non li ricordo pi�.
Cemento armato la grande citt�
senti la vita che se ne va.
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By Darksoul
"Le Orme's compositions, the sublime fantasy of the Hammond and piano arrangements immediately stands out, creating a soft soundscape on which the dreamlike and deeply emotional voice rests."
"Sguardo Verso Il Cielo is the prized piece of the album; a true diamond of notes... culminating in a finale where the acoustic guitar intervenes, elevating the track to another dimension."
By giuseppe40
Collage became the watershed between one musical 'period' and another in Italy.
The album opens with what will become one of the Italian prog 'anthems' and which gives the album its name: 'Collage.'