After the semi-songwriter turn of the album "Fuori Come Va?" (which alternated between mediocre moments and decent ballads) further sanctioned by the collaboration with multi-instrumentalist Mauro Pagani, Ligabue presents himself to the public with this new work...
Listening to the Intro, I initially thought I stumbled upon Caravanserai by Santana and then The Joshua Tree by U2, followed by the surprising drum roll of Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, and then finally returning to the U2 of Achtung Baby... "Il Giorno dei Giorni" for lyrics and music, despite its catchiness, is a very mediocre song, well-arranged, of course... but mediocre!!! (p.s. he could have sung Femmina as all nouns ending in A instead of listing them all!?) next comes the much-touted "Happy Meal" with a guitar riff vaguely copied from Sweet Child of Mine by GnR and the usual "Ligabue-style" chord progression, lowered by a tone compared to Balliamo sul Mondo, Salviamoci la Pelle etc... on track 4 the U2 return with a kind of One... "Cosa Vuoi Che Sia" and "Le Donne Lo Sanno" are so embarrassing that they comment on themselves... "Lettera a G" is the most songwriter-like track of the album; the melody is not entirely vomitable, but the text, which tries not to be trivial and then inevitably is, makes it lose many points... the rest of the CD is really pointless to analyze...
Ultimately, a work that if it had been packaged by a newcomer would probably never have seen the light of day... it is sad to see artists who, for the sake of a hit, think more about marketing politics and image rather than the content of the work, relying on elaborate productions and embarrassing plagiarisms...
To the 180,000 at Campovolo, this new LP by Liga will be enjoyable because it contains all those ingredients that made him famous.
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.