1974, "Anima Latina" is released.
If you didn't like the experiments of "Il Nostro Caro Angelo," then you'll do well not to buy "Anima Latina."
Yes, because the listener who perhaps loved Acqua Azzurra, Acqua Chiara and Fiori Rosa, Fiori Di Pesco in the past, with the usual conservative mentality similar to most critics of the time who wanted songs to follow the patterns of Italian tradition, may be annoyed and reject an album that might not be memorable on the first listen.
We are facing a work imbued with electronics, Latin rhythms, and lyrics sometimes difficult to understand. The Latin soul is the free spirit that wanders in each of us and is often radicalized to avoid scandals because it is that part of us that nobody knows. An album born after the experience in Latin America, it is characterized by a profound freedom both in the lyrics and in the music that have nothing to envy in the more experimental sounds of Radiohead.
Anonimo, Macchina Del Tempo, Gli Uomini Celesti, and the title track itself are examples of this artistic freedom that make this album devilishly unique in Battisti's career.
A final reconsideration: you would do well to buy this album to understand that Battisti is also like this!
Because with this album Lucio Battisti decides to make a decisive change in his way of composing music.
Anima Latina is anything but a cold work. It is sun, it is freshness, it is the joy of novelty, it is a smile.
Every line of this album is a flash, a memory, a snapshot that surfaces in the mind.
What else can you do when every move, every record of yours regularly goes to number 1? Make another number 1 or seek new stimuli, new sensations, new musical emotions, and here you are served, I did so.
"Anima latina" is the most unusual album among all those recorded by Lucio.
It is not the best Battisti ever, but it is the most experimental, the most courageous, and the most independent one.
Anima latina seems one of those three-dimensional paintings, each time you listen to it you grasp new details.
Lucio just doesn’t conform to rules and schemes, neither professional and therefore musical nor sentimental as this absolute masterpiece of Italian music testifies.