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Rating: They had been boasting about the live recording in Berlin (a city they have apparently been attached to for some time) at the historic Rundfunk studios, the famous public radio of the Federal Republic of Germany, curated by Gordon who worked on the debut of The Strokes among others. An album made with misplaced microphones, without retouches and without a safety net or foundation, according to them.
Having appreciated the previous minstrels' episodes ("I soldi sono finiti" above all), I believe I am the right person to talk about “Cultura Generale” without suspicions of bias or snobbishness.
Suffice it to say that “Cultura generale” is a gigantic mess, a not entirely unexpected package to be honest given the previous flirtations with bel canto, but it was with very different women. A cut and paste of mediocre and poor quality of what today's Italian mainstream radio offers.
In all this stench, it is miraculous to find a little gem in the piano of the title track, even moving in its retro compilation work reminiscent of well-aged Battisti. But the anger after these 2"20 if possible increases and opens a chasm with the past. Let "Macchine sportive" pass which will serve to sell tickets and make the die-hard fans happy at concerts for a radical chic mosh pit.
Then again, if they were inclined to make a certain type of pop proposal, I wouldn't even find anything wrong with it if it were accompanied by tracks like the one mentioned before and not the cross between Ligabue in a Brianzola guise and some random Zero Assoluto, indicative of a general culture made of trashy magazines and metrics good for social media status updates on Facebook and Twitter.
The wardrobe is full of moths, creaky, and upon opening we find the once bright red jackets fresh from the laundry, now dust-laden with only three skeletons in partial decomposition inside.
Berlin gives horror chills.
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