Moltheni
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Listening to Moltheni is usually not a cause for cheer.

An excellent songwriter, sure, a unique voice, sure, but at the first notes of his voice, you feel like asking him:

“Come on, what happened, don’t be like this, why are you so down, tomorrow will be better”.

Also due to his exclusive passion for certain arrangements, for the sonic lead that, for quite a few years, he loved to fill his songs with (and also some of his covers, see the grey bell on the cover, grey, of “Splendore terrore”).

It's therefore a pleasure to rediscover him today with an absolutely non-trivial album, sometimes with the Moltheni of recent years (“Tutte quelle cose che non ho fatto in tempo a dirti”), but often almost pop, indeed truly pop, but the classy pop he knew how to make at the very beginning.

Almost a return to his very first origins with “Natura in replay”.

Therefore, here are his beautiful “ballads for little woes” (any reference to Manuel Agnelli's Afterhours is purely intended), without crying too much though (“Spavaldo”).

And sometimes almost carefree songs, to sing while riding a bicycle, with hair in the wind, in full freedom, breathing deeply (“Se puoi ardi per me”).

Perhaps the heaviness of this just-ended 2020 convinced him to seek within himself a bit of that carefreeness he might have lost, so difficult to find outside.

Speaking of 2020, thank you all, I didn’t deserve so much, really, and maybe someone knows what I’m referring to.

And happy 2021.