Massimo Volume
Club Privé

Certain bands at some point should disband.
To forever preserve the greatness that once was.

After admiring and loving to madness "Stanze," "Lungo i Bordi," and "Da Qui," we find ourselves with an album we would have preferred never to have bought.
In "Club Privé," Emidio Clementi decides to occasionally abandon his typical "spoken" singing to actually sing ("Privé," "Saint Jack," terrible!) and have a guest sing, each time with disastrous effects.

The calm and serene resignation, majestic, ruthless, and magnificent with which he narrated his stories throughout an entire album, as a spectator, gives way to decidedly ugly sung parts, making you want to pull your hair out.
The guest, Manuel Agnelli (Afterhours), ruins all the songs in which he sings or provides background vocals.
"Il Giorno Nasce Stanco," "Avevi Ragione," "Saint Jack," "Il Tuo Corpo Affamato" are to be discarded and ruin the balance of the album.

Massimo Volume were afraid of repeating themselves, were afraid that Clementi's declamation would eventually become tiresome, but they got it all wrong. The episodes that are saved are those where you hear only Clementi talking "Seychelles '81": "how will we come out of this river of shit clean and fragrant?";
"Dopo Che": "after dancing to shitty music thinking it would make you laugh, after deluding myself that in the end you would love me, after planning trips, after reading you my unpublished stories, after accepting your arbitrary criticisms, after making space for you in my bed, after sparing you when I was already ready to kill you".

Emidio Clementi is still capable of writing texts of resigned grandeur. But this album is only worthwhile for the songs where he "speaks" alone.
The other experiments are unacceptable as they ultimately interrupt the album's continuity and prevent listening to it in one go, like the first three.
Not even the self-citation "Altri Nomi" helps, which seems to come from "Stanze".