Ligabue
Buon compleanno Elvis

THE REVIEW

This review is for you.

Yes, for you who say rock was born in America and died there, and for us, since Litfiba disbanded and Marlene Kluntz sells 2 copies per album, what's left is just a zombie, brainless and hungry for money.

Yes, yes, for you who switch stations or channels when you hear an Italian trying to rock on the radio or TV and then rush to DeBaser to hurl insults at the unfortunate soul.

Yes, you. Now here's what you need to do....

Go to any record store and look for "Buon Compleanno Elvis" by Ligabue (but if you ask for Liga, the clerks will bring it to you in less than three seconds), go home, sit down, and insert the CD into the stereo player... then close your eyes...........

And here comes the drums opening "Vivo morto o x", a biting piece, pure rock, the kind that makes you think, makes you angry, makes you sing. Then wipe the sweat and prepare for the chills that only ballads like "Seduto in riva al fosso" with their simplicity can give. But when you seem to be really sitting by a ditch, get ready for a ride with an electrifying jolt for an end-of-century journey with "Buon compleanno Elvis", which will project you into a party atmosphere that you'll keep in old-school rock 'n' roll of "La forza della Banda". But when sweat and the desire to move are at their peak, here's "Hai un momento Dio"?, a melancholic dialogue with the one above.

Now go drink a glass of water while a pleasant interlude of frogs and guitars gives you time to sort your thoughts, but then sit back immediately and close your eyes again. It's night, you're in the car with friends on a road that could easily be the main one connecting Rimini and Riccione. Around you are beauties walking the streets, but it seems they are dancing, the lights of the clubs break the night like people's laughter breaks the silence in a place where life begins at sunset, all punctuated by the melancholic notes of "Certe notti", but it's the kind of melancholy that is actually happiness. But now change the location, because whether you're in love or not, at least once in your life you must have met a girl who reminds you of the one in the song "Viva!", so while Luciano sings, close your eyes again and remember her features.

Now wipe the nostalgic tears, it was only a moment because you have to go back out, because that's the place for the boys and listening to "I ragazzi sono in giro", you too, whatever your age is, will feel a little like a kid, and consequently, you'll regain that stubbornness you thought had gone away with the years, that of trying to help someone who doesn't want to be helped... and you're ready for the dark but energetic "Quella che non sei". As ready as you are to review the adolescent dreams that have fallen on you like an octopus with the melancholic acoustics of "Non dovete badare al cantante". But it's time to return to your normality, to the really important things, to your family if you have one, to your child... but always remaining yourself. And you'll realize that "Un figlio di nome Elvis" is your song.

Like the next one, which makes you look around, look at the lives of others and realize that, depending on the case, "Il cielo è vuoto o il cielo è pieno". And in such an engaging world where at the end of this journey you will undeniably have to return, let yourself be cradled by the last stop, where Luciano alone with voice and guitar fills your head with images that oddly make you feel more "Leggero", because now you understand that it's your right.

And now, while you're still shaking off the goosebumps from the crescendo of instruments that enter the last chorus giving a grand finale, think...

Think about what holds you back from coming to DeBaser and giving this album the same rating as I did.

Think...