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Rating: After months of scorching heat, the mistral finally decides to arrive with its load of fresh air. And that's okay.
But yesterday at the only concert I'm attending this summer, it's cold. And that's okay.
The organization leaves something to be desired, there's not a single chair, and the place is a bit shabby. And that's okay.
The opening band starts punctually, and it's immediately clear that the eardrums will suffer. And that's okay.
I don't want to be harsh, but I'll just say that the best of their songs is titled “Orchite.” That's all I need to say. But it's okay.
After all, we're here for Marlene.
And finally, they arrive and warm us up. The tracks flow. The first is “Trasudamerica,” one of my favorites.
Then a dazzling succession of tracks from their early albums: “Catartica,” celebrating its thirtieth anniversary and lending its name to their tour, but also “Il Vile” and “Ho ucciso paranoia.” I won't list the whole set but know that these guys, with 22 albums and countless concerts under their belt, still play with the same grit they did thirty years ago.
The sound is perfectly raw, the distortions have their reason, the rhythm section is enveloping, impressive, bass and drums are excellent, keyboards season and fill and remove and replace, the guitars are sharp and precise, and Godano's voice explores the lyrics. He moves like an eel, jumps and runs as if there's no tomorrow.
Well, a great concert, engaging and appreciated by the small and scattered audience present. I don't know how many of us there were, maybe a thousand, but we could use more concerts like this.
Incidentally, half of the audience was busy with their smartphones on the band, while the other half was chatting and taking selfies when not sipping beer. Only about 10 of us were listening. #maybe Kidding #maybe.
That's all from the Polar Fairground Circle. And that's okay.
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