Mogwai
Mr. Beast

THE REVIEW

Mogwai are the kind of band that, whether you want it or not, have a song for every moment.

As if they know exactly what you're feeling, as if they are trying to create a soundtrack to your life, to the life of all the people who occasionally close their eyes and decide to give them a bit of attention.

I had to spend two hours in the car: leaving behind the dull, cloudy beaches of the Marche region and immersing myself in the smoky fog of Bologna.

So what did I do? Being quite an avid fan, I packed 3 CDs: "Mr Beast," "Hardcore Will Never Die But You Will," and "Happy Songs for Happy People."

My mood wasn't the best, but the gentle drizzle, the semi-deserted A14, and a perfect soundtrack made the journey a fascinating experience. It also gave me the urge to write this review.

Why did I choose "Mr Beast"?

I couldn't say exactly... Maybe because the piano chimes of "Autorock" make it clear from the start that you're about to witness something magical.

Because the emotion of songs like "Travel Is Dangerous," "Friend of the Night" doesn't let you hold back the tears.

Because every note is in its place, the dynamics are simply unique: but how elegant is "Team Handed"?!

Because, when the album ends, the sound and piercing blasts of "We're No Here" have taken everything away, like an undertow that doesn't let the last fleeing galleon escape.

I didn't feel like I was in a car on the highway; it was something more.. The distortions made the car speakers shake, but the melody always prevailed. It's always like that with Mogwai, the guitars intertwine among themselves, impossible to distinguish, the anger rises, the fury, the restlessness... But the melody never leaves, not even during the most piercing of assaults on the rusty strings. Never.

The album finished, and I let it start again... I don't even notice, because every few minutes I'm teleported to a new planet, with new colors and new stories to tell.

I find it incredible how only they, among all the post-rock bands (if we want to call it so) with which the world is (way too) filled, manage to convey so many sensations without (almost ever) opening their mouths... Just them: who act like clowns during interviews and place unlikely football commentaries in the background of their songs.

If you too love to sit and listen to "Friend of the Night" and be catapulted each time into a different place, you know what I'm talking about; otherwise... You have no idea what you're missing out on.