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Rating: Once there were the CCCP, then there were the CSI, and after Massimo Zamboni left, the PGR were born, producing two albums reworking the music of old texts and presenting some new ones.
Everything seemed to be going well.
We old fans gladly accepted the evolution of the group, faithful to the line we went to all the concerts applauding and trying to sing the new phonemes of Linea Gotica, we even went home satisfied, but then nostalgia would hit us, and it was impossible to resist Ko de Mondo and the delirious and distorted guitars of Hannus Orribilis, impossible to resist Fuochi nella Notte di S.Giovanni and the relentless rhythm of the sounds and words because something was always missing from the PGR… and then Massimo Zamboni couldn’t take it anymore. He left the books, left the soundtracks, stopped playing with the RadioDervish, and finally created Sorella Sconfitta.
We old and hardened fans bought it, put the CD in the player, and at first, we all thought it was a good work. Then we listened more closely and realized that Nada, yes that Nada, sang Miccia Prende Fuoco with the blackest and most scratchy voice one could desire; we listened again and understood that Lalli accompanied with the depth attributed only to Marianne Faithfull, the density of the text of Sorella Sconfitta, and that the other two still young voices, Fiamma and Nadia Parenti, managed to follow, with the relentless rhythm of voices and sound, the wave of distorted and delirious guitars of the true, unique, and undisputed musical legacy of the CSI.
They finally filled the void left in our hearts by the CSI. And we, old hardened fans more faithful to the line than ever, thank them.
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By Hal
To define defeat as a sister, to thank her, is at least a strange vision in this world that does not accept losers.
‘Miccia prende fuoco’ is a song that strikes straight to the heart... it becomes a splendid earworm, insinuating itself slowly but inevitably into your head.
By MrOrange
Long, ivory fingers weave threads as light as incense smoke.
In the end, when silence remains, nothing is left of 'Sorella Sconfitta' but a powerful, piercing ache in the heart.
