Cover of Massimo Volume Lungo I Bordi
Sallu

• Rating:

For fans of massimo volume, lovers of italian indie and experimental rock, listeners interested in poetic and emotional music with historical depth
 Share

LA RECENSIONE

It wiped away everything that was in me. I listened to it on repeat, rediscovered it, after it had waited for its moment for years. It came out in '95, but for me it's as if we're in '87. That is its year. This work by Massimo Volume looks at everything retrospectively. It knows how things turned out, analyzing all the drama of Bologna in the '80s. It filters the exhibitionism and what was extroverted, re-proposing the true feelings that remained from that decade, solitude, paranoia, the indecipherability of those moments. On the edge between wanting to speak to everyone and not knowing what to say.
Echoes of CCCP, Sonic Youth, and Slint that blend into an extremely personal, enveloping style, but far from reassuring. It's anguish that dominates, the void that returns like an obsession, the time that flows and leaves us with less and less time to do what we wanted. Distilled poetry, strong, edgy, but always extremely impulsive and impactful. In a few words, Clementi paints scenes, tells stories, shares sensations. The incredible expressiveness of this album is truly the creative peak of a group that has indisputably written a fundamental page of Italian music. It did so by "speaking" to the listener, in a way that is both intimate and truthful, yet abstract and visionary. The whole album is held together by arpeggios driven by a pressing rhythm of drums and bass, and that haunting voice fills the voids not only musically, but above all emotionally.

It is no coincidence that we often start from small everyday adventures and end up reading into them a metaphor of life, with much broader scope, as if behind every unsuspected and unbearable routine lies the true essence of what remains for us to live.
I am fascinated, I listen to it again, once more. It stays inside me, and I feel as probably every listener feels, like every person who has lived those experiences, like every person who lived in Bologna in '87, "I feel like the ceiling of a bombed church", and once again, I don't know why.

Loading comments  slowly

Summary by Bot

Massimo Volume's 'Lungo I Bordi' is a deeply expressive album that revisits the 1980s Bologna with poetic intensity. Inspired by influential bands like CCCP and Sonic Youth, it captures themes of solitude, paranoia, and the passage of time. The album's music and lyrics blend intimacy with abstraction, delivering a unique and impactful listening experience. It represents a creative peak and a fundamental work in Italian music history.

Tracklist Videos

01   Il primo dio (03:07)

02   Il tempo scorre lungo i bordi (03:54)

03   Inverno '85 (03:26)

04   Frammento 1 (01:43)

05   La notte dell'11 ottobre (04:30)

06   Fuoco fatuo (02:34)

07   Per farcela (03:29)

08   Meglio di uno specchio (04:16)

09   Pizza Express (04:41)

10   Da qui (00:22)

11   Nessun ricordo (02:54)

12   Ravenna (03:53)

Massimo volume

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

Other reviews

By Aubeck

 Pure poetry, communicated through images with the 'faded colors of a polaroid.'

 This can summarize the album's enormous communicative power. It reaches straight to the heart and is definitely not an album for everyone.


By blechtrommel

 Along the edges of the soul, this record stops. It doesn’t arrive directly, it doesn’t spoil the ears with syrupy and diabetic melodies.

 "Lungo i Bordi" was a hurricane in the Italian musical scene and, above all, it was a hurricane for me.


By Thanatos

 "The tracks flow along the edges of our body, slowly penetrate the mind, and unequivocally pervade the spirit."

 "The voice of Emidio Clementi... magically insinuates itself in us, period."