The smell of old and ancient spread throughout the room, the nervous ticking of the clock marked that endless night, the oil lamp illuminated much of the desk... slowly, on the dusty parchment papers, a universe was being born, made of ink, blood, sweat... and rap...
...storytelling rap, to be precise, which is the ability to "tell stories" through the musical language of rap.
Murubutu, born Alessio Mariani, filters his poetic and literary vein through rap music, thanks to his musical nonconformity he totally distances himself from most Italian artists, taking refuge in his world of rap and poetry; listening to "La bellissima Giulietta e il suo povero padre grafomane" is like reading a novel, a collection of short stories, in addition to being a contemporary masterpiece of Italian music: the verses, metrically perfect, are full of literary, historical, and philosophical references; a strange warm and deep voice catapults the listener between the "sea slime" of the 16th century and the foggy and dark "years of lead", making them experience love stories born between flowery balconies and Bologna's arcades... and to perfectly complete the masterpiece, the beats that accompany the work are refined, sophisticated, and never banal.
Now, shake off all the prejudices you have against this genre, against rap, and go listen to the album in question, you won't regret it... I hope.
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