Nada
Tutto l'amore che mi manca

First, two objective qualitative parameters related to this album must be reported:
1) it received the award for best album of 2004 at the Meeting of Independent Labels in Faenza
2) it is produced by John Parish (collaborator of Pj Harvey, Eels...) with the excellent collaboration of Cesare Basile and Howe Gelb.

Having said that, it is no longer difficult to believe that this album is a masterpiece. And it truly is.
Nada reaches this milestone after more than thirty years of experience, imbued with easy successes, periods of crisis and rejection by record labels, courageous choices, but never questionable (especially in the last decade).
Everything is condensed and concentrated in these 11 tracks (+ ghost track that deserves a special mention) full of anger that finds its escape routes in the lyrics and the music. Emerging from the two opening songs is a continuous, impetuous flow, a torrent of feeling that overwhelms everything, that shakes the bones until they "crumble". Nada gathers these fragments, these ruins in Proprio Tu, a song-balance, subdued and hardened by a long-standing relationship that the singer may have had with a dear person. There's also E Ti Aspettavo, with its sobbing stride that punctuates the tale of a romantic and disillusioned Nada at the same time ("voglio solo lasciare, voglio solo volare"), followed by a "summery" and almost frivolous Senza Un Perché.
The album fades in the end into subdued, sad, and resigned atmospheres, marked by settings never brought into focus (Quello Che Ho), with the remarkable 7 minutes of the title track that seals Nada's disconnection from any possible bond with the loved one with a cry of anguish ("tu non sai niente di me, tu non sai mai niente").
After the closure of Classico (Howe Gelb), to be honest not quite convincing, those minutes of silence before the ghost track seem like minutes of meditation, before launching into one last desperate attempt to realize her desperate and controversial love towards her mother. This last piece is truly one of the highest moments in the history of Italian music, for the interpretation (also seen live, it is terrifying) and for the contents.

What remains after listening to this album is, as suggested by the album cover, the feeling that this singer's heart has forever solidified into stone, due to all the disappointments it has endured.
But this heart is still capable of saying "I love you" in its deepest core (in the ghost track). And so that stone can only be seen as a shell that allows a calmer existence within.