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Previous episodes will not be addressed here. Look elsewhere. Tracing the story is a task I gladly leave to others more prepared and willing than I am. But the story's conclusion is nonetheless predictable going in either of two antithetical directions: a) they made 3 albums and now have nothing left to say b) they have taken other paths with dignity.
In this latest work Godano and co leave nothing to chance: never intrusive production and an almost obsessive attention to arrangements with delicate and refined sounds, also featuring the collaboration of Davide Arneodo who handles keyboards and violin.
There are no longer the hard fists slammed forcefully against the wall of "Catartica" although the sonic bursts of "Senza rete," the best episode of the batch, and the contagious electricity of "Il genio (L'importanza di essere Oscar Wilde)" with its initial bass riff that brings me back to a famous grunge song turn the clock back almost twenty years.
But the melodic lines sketched by the leader do not disappoint from "Su quelle sponde" to "Catastrofe," a touching tale of "how one can easily lose everything including dignity" in which Godano takes on the role of a storyteller giving voice to a homeless person while passing through the single "Solstizio," which, despite the found light from the band, reveals a dark and unsettling Godano from the text ("...and there is no shadow, no darkness that justifies what happens to me...")
The woman is the focal point, the bonfire around which everything revolves. The woman seen as a muse (the title track, a sort of propitiatory wish), the woman as a conquest (the smoky rock of "La seduzione"), the woman as a bearer of memory and poetry in Stalin's Russia ("Osja, amore mio") and finally the overwhelmed female figure ("Adele").
It would be intellectually hypocritical to dismiss "Nella Tua Luce" as a work lacking in vigor ready for some famous bourgeois stage in mid-winter, with an album that, apart from the big rock single, opens up little in terms of audience appeal for major occasions. However, a few more listens will help to grasp its nuances, regardless of the more or less benevolent judgment one may wish to give it afterward.
The fists remain but no longer crash against a wall of concrete, instead they lay on a nocturnal and suggestive ocean with velvet waves apparently slow and dormant, but with wind and rain lurking ready to turn it into a storm.
Rating: 7
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