Marco Carta
Ti Rincontrerò

It is usually said that there is no end to the worst, and once again this old saying proves true.

Once upon a time, there was music, there were authors, there were unique styles, good and bad as they were, there was sacrifice, commitment, passion, there were generations born with musical legends, the tough ones, those who struck for their themes...

Today..?? There's Marco Carta... Yes, a name that leaves very little to the musical imagination except for the daily, associated, pressing physiological need.

Regarding the use of indispensable materials that match his last name... "Phenomenon" of modern times, those of fast food music, the idea of creating an album in 24 hours with the best of the worst possible... It all starts with the media's new way of domesticating their hens so that they produce the most precious eggs for the returns of various record labels, today this new way is called reality, where a bunch of pretty faces is locked in front of a series of cameras and an attempt is made to pass off their actions as art (music, dance, etc).

Heroine of modern times, a certain Maria De Filippi who will surely go down in history as among the creators of the decline of Western civilization (Italian primarily).. From the media product comes the pseudo-artist that over the years and with new generations ever more domesticated by their plasma babysitters, finds that much-anticipated and especially much-cultivated popular response...

Marco Carta is among these, meaningless copy and paste lyrics, trite and banal music, rhymes like spastic diarrhea, themes like kindergarten...

Unfortunately, this is the musical future we are sowing. This album (if we dare to truly review it) is a disgrace, it is an insult to those who make music with true dedication. Starting with the song "Ti rincontrerò" which won the increasingly dismal Sanremo Festival, one of the worst ever, half musically plagiarized between Natalie Imbruglia and some Baglioni verses, predictable, banal, empty...

Well, it won, someone might say!!! But a monstrosity like this lost even before it was born, the media trick to make it win means very little, it still remains anti-music...

As for the rest of the album, a couple of mishmashes along the same lines as the first, a great new book, (which he could use to educate himself a bit) anima di nuvola, per sempre... And here ends our hero's effort. To give sense to the euros (wasted) spent on this monstrosity, it was decided to put in some covers... indeed Carta sings a cover of Fausto Leali's, and tu by Claudio Baglioni, ti pretendo by Raf, cielo nel cielo translated in Italian by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, vita by Dalla and Morandi, and even (here there is no more religion) the donna cannone by Francesco De Gregori (of which he surely knows only that one).

Well, what can one say!! The artificial dandy is happy, is riding the wave, perhaps in the end why target him too much, if his little followers like him so much, let them hold on to him, so much so that it could happen in the future that by combining their mental emptiness a flash of gray matter might appear in their illiterate existences and understand that the regime models to lull popular consciences also start from the bottom and the futile, they also start from someone named Marco Carta..