A review of this album already exists on DeBaser and it sparked a long debate, as the reviewer complained about finding recited poetry on the album rather than songs: but everyone has their own tastes and mine is not meant as a criticism of the old review but an attempt at defending and reassessing this album which, in my opinion, is truly one of the best works of native rock music.

First of all, I wanted to clarify that 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.

"Massimo Volume" represented in the '90s, along with other groups such as Afterhours, C.S.I., Marlene Kuntz, the new Italian rock, strongly characterizing and influencing our local music scene. They were a novelty, an exception that was difficult to "digest": their peculiarity was a narrative, raw, direct, impactful, of episodes of life, composed and recited with passion by Emidio Clementi, already a writer. All accompanied upfront by a guitar that is enveloping, elegant, atmospheric, but also sharp, evoking memories…

In "Da Qui" (in my opinion the most beautiful and mature of the group) stories, friendships, travels, loves are told, with a language, a tone, a voice, an arrangement of words and an atmosphere that engages and chills.

Massimo Volume left a mark, and if we talk about author rock, they represent its highest expression.

Tracklist and Videos

01   Manciuria (L'ultimo John Ford) (04:35)

02   Atto definitivo (04:45)

03   C'è questo stanotte (01:08)

04   Senza un posto dove dormire (03:50)

05   La città morta (04:44)

06   Sotto il cielo (05:05)

07   Sul Viking Express (03:23)

08   Qualcosa sulla vita (05:48)

09   Avvertimento (04:21)

10   Manhattan di notte (05:31)

11   Stagioni (04:29)

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By sylvian1982

 Perhaps I was a little distracted; I begin listening from the start again: 1st track - a recited poem... 11th track - a recited poem.

 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, inside I'll find forty-five minutes of music?


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.