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THE REVIEW
Years ago, an authoritative industry magazine placed this album among the fifty absolute masterpieces of our domestic rock music. Not being, myself, a faithful frequenter of Italian music halls, perhaps because I grew up with the myth of musical internationalism, whether from Albion or overseas, or perhaps because Italian music has been subdued for years and even, if we may say so, a step behind compared to the sounds produced under the shadow of Big Ben and the Statue of Liberty, or due to a sort of, why not, pure snobbery, I had never seriously considered the discography of the Bolognese ensemble.
Enticed also by the mid-price of this product, I catapult myself to my trusted supplier and proceed to fill this partial gap of mine.
It is with immense satisfaction that, once I arrive home, I insert the disc into the player and begin listening:
1st track - a recited poem
2nd track - a recited poem
3rd track - a recited poem
4th track - a recited poem
5th track - a recited poem
6th track - a recited poem
7th track - a recited poem
8th track - a recited poem
9th track - a recited poem
10th track - a recited poem
11th track - a recited poem
Perhaps I was a little distracted; I begin listening from the start again:
1st track - a recited poem
2nd track - a recited poem
3rd track - a recited poem
4th track - a recited poem
5th track - a recited poem
6th track - a recited poem
7th track - a recited poem
8th track - a recited poem
9th track - a recited poem
10th track - a recited poem
11th track - a recited poem
Emidio Clementi, a recognized writer, signed all the lyrics entirely, while the music (?!?) is composed by the whole group with Egle Sommacal's guitar playing the lead role. The 1970s return to mind when Nando Gazzolo recited poems over soft soundscapes. Here, it's true, the guitars are more present, but their role is as a side to the main dish, which remains the voice and recitation of Emidio Clementi.
I thought I had bought forty-five minutes of music...
Tomorrow, I'm going to the bookstore to buy a book of poems, who knows, Ungaretti, Neruda, Quasimodo, Baudelaire, you never know if inside I'll find forty-five minutes of music?
I'm putting this CD up for auction. Opening bid, 10 cents. What do you say? 5 cents? Wait, wait, the gentleman in the back, how much does he offer? 1 cent? Sold.
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The reviewer explores Massimo Volume's album 'Da Qui', emphasizing the dominance of spoken word poetry over traditional music. Despite initial skepticism rooted in personal biases and expectations, the album is a notable blend of recited poems and subtle guitar accompaniment. While the music takes a backseat to the voice, the unique style evokes the 1970s poetic recitations, leaving the reviewer amused and contemplative.Tracklist Videos
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Massimo Volume are an Italian band formed in Bologna in 1991, known for Emidio “Mimì” Clementi’s spoken-word narratives over atmospheric, tension-driven rock. Reviews highlight their importance in Italian 1990s alternative music, a pause starting in 2002, and renewed activity from 2008 onward, with albums continuing into the 2010s.22 Reviews
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"For me art, and therefore music, is something that transmits something emotional or otherwise: poetry recited with depth can offer more than texts sung at the top of one’s lungs."
"Da Qui, stories, friendships, travels, loves are told, with a language, a tone, a voice, an arrangement of words and an atmosphere that engages and chills."
By PABLO!
There are albums that stop time, that put you on standby.
The spoken word, the stories narrated by Clementi leave no doubt: he is the director, the demagogue, the eye on the world.
