Maisie
Morte A 33 Giri

THE REVIEW

“We kids of today are the fire, we are the fire under the ashes” (Maisie, Ragazzi di oggi)

Eyes cast downward, an expression of boredom, of abandonment, this is the recurring image of today's youth: lost between disillusionment and a paradoxical nostalgia for what they have never experienced, they overwhelmingly express the modus vivendi of our times. This album is the apologia of all these aspects.

Emotions caught on the fly like autumn leaves, notes spreading through the light air of a September day, the sad month, the return to a sad reality. 'La morte a 33 giri' is everything that young people have lost: the desire to change the world, dreams, ideology, the genuineness of true love. Everything is replaced by plastic, by the emotional doses the media subject us to, the moved faces of Maria de Filippi's shows (A virgin among the living dead), the saliva from mouths hungry for new impulses, zombies of the media drumbeat, victims of the same reality they are trying to understand. A reality that loses humanity, passion, collective moments now lost, forgotten in the whirlwind of standardized information, administered in pills.

'Morte a 33 giri' is a slide on what we are experiencing, a sad overlap between the past and a catastrophic future, amidst a generation that has forgotten what it means to be a generation. The Maisie wraps it all with a marked propensity for sarcasm and tragicomedy, combined with a new, fresh sound, aiming for impact and surprising easy-listening.
A separate conversation deserves "Sottosopra", a song performed in collaboration with Bugo (yes, him!), a small gem with lyrics (written by Bugatti, of course) and an arrangement so intense that it makes everything dreamlike and overwhelming.

Finally an album that doesn't look abroad, but aims for a true reworking of Italian music, starting from the past and trying to write its future. About time!