The question before reading a review is always the same.
If you don't like Ligabue, you can't expect that this time he has done something you would like. The artist should be considered for what he wants to offer. If you have never liked Ligabue, you won't like this album either. Resign yourself.
To the 180,000 at Campovolo, this new LP by Liga will be enjoyable because it contains all those ingredients that made him famous: heart-rending electric ballads and rock pieces that shake stadiums.
The CD opens with the chirping of crickets reminiscent of the intro to Buon Compleanno Elvis, then fades into Il Giorno Dei Giorni which you may or may not like. However, the entire Campovolo audience already knew it by heart just three days after its radio release, and without a video aired.
Not much emerges on the surface. Among them, Cosa Vuoi Che Sia, Le Donne Lo Sanno (the best track on the album), Lettera a G (dedicated to a cousin, a companion of youthful adventures who passed away this year) and Sono Qui Per L'Amore.
Not a masterpiece, something more than mere management.
Ligabue, first and foremost, is like marinated eel: either you love it or you hate it.
A few hours after the second complete listen, the aftertaste is pleasant, with a scent of plains and fog, with the alibi of rock that must never be missed by a roaring Emilian.
Undoubtedly a point less for Liga, who now falls into the commercial.
There is really, excluding the first single taken from the album, no note worthy of mention in 'Nome e Cognome'.
The King of Summer is Big Luciano! Pavarotti? No, what are you saying?
True rock engulfs us, with Big Luciano screaming we should live by ear, which I don’t really understand, but if he says it, it’s believable.
This CD is very different; it’s one of the best rock CDs he has made because it’s a new style and also very youthful for the singer.
Ligabue ... makes us dream and face reality always with more beautiful and energetic songs.
If you want the answer, call a scientist to research it.
This is a perfect example of trash music, abominable, neither shameful nor praiseworthy.