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Rating: Italy... 2009: ""Truly I live in dark times and I have nothing to worry about because I've become dark too, but at night I'm just like everyone else" ...country in collapse, country in disarray... crisis on every lip, empty words spinning around but dubbed as Samuele Bersani would say... and that's perhaps the most serious thing, being aware of the drift and avoiding to counter it, just letting verbs and nouns float, full of rhetoric... when I have fun I drink!drink!drink! when I don't have fun I drink!drink! because my country drinks!drinks!drinks! because it's convenient to drink!drink!drink....
I Ministri come from Milan, the capital of the image industry, the nucleus of a new rampant capitalism (to stay consistent, I have to choose brands even when I have the flu) of making money at all costs, of being seen at all costs, the epicenter of a peninsular earthquake... but it's precisely from manure that flowers are born (De André teaches)... they had to blindfold me so I could see a little better they had to drug me to keep me awake.... I Ministri are the voice of all those who still have a conscience (few) and this "Tempi Bui" which came after that still unripe debut of "I soldi sono finiti" is an anthology of our time, almost a concept... just step outside and take a stroll down in town or turn on the TV and let it vomit for a few hours, in all the tracks there is raw and shocking realism, stuff that hasn't been heard here in quite a while... anger must be a means for a change that begins within ourselves and then evangelizes outward, there's no need to demonstrate and shout outdated slogans at the moment of truth since everyone pulls back, times have changed... and there's not much you can do against the presidents, and anyway, lay down the axe in springtime... but we must resist, avoid fleeing to Berlin, strengthen our foundations, our thought because if "people like to see Briatore's face" and if the newspapers that put it on the cover sell, damn, the foundations are rotten... let's not fool ourselves by preaching and hoping that sooner or later everything will change because the future is a trap they invented it to numb and cradle us, the present is the seed of time, and looking to the past to understand mistakes... now pay me there's no point in calling you master anymore if I'm here it's because I have no strength to go elsewhere... let's abandon inaction, kill Santa Claus, and hurl ourselves with outstretched arms towards this world...
This album is a sea of shit in which to reflect ourselves, this album is something exceptional, this album must be listened to thousands of times, from this album this blessed revolution must begin... it's a garage punk rock'n'roll manifesto... with inserts of traditional chants between one track and another, cultural roots... as we said before looking to the past... avoiding initial proclamations and defeats.. and if everything goes dark and we are left to look at each other? They won't be able to count us anymore, to divide us into classes, the time will come to reunite, to cancel ourselves, and to feel like others... but in the meantime, let's start to try, then we'll talk about it again....
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