Michele Scommegna
Scartavetramenti & Rantolazioni (assortite)

THE REVIEW

"Abrasions and Assorted Wheezes".

Very few people know, practically no one (perhaps not even He remembers anymore), that in the now archaic last century and precisely in nineteen fifty-nine, before the official debut the following year with the fearsome nomenclature Nicola Di Bari occurred on the sidelines of a campanile-style festival held in the pseudo-Italian Swiss canton that currently hosts and prides itself on accommodating the (moderately) formidable De-Kosmogabri(a), followed by the subsequent strictly/scholastically Pop-Singer-Songwriter-Melodic turnaround, the good Michelino Scommegna was one of the brightest advocates and miraculously executed performers of some (I'm not quite sure which, to be honest) proto-sonic middle-European avant-garde.

Indeed: you would never have guessed (nor would I if that's the case).

Amidst shimmering sounds of old mimeographs, belligerent oboes (frenzied and maddening), roaring pre-Stock(84)hausenist raviolomachines, mammoth bell clangs mixed with more elegant ringing [credit must always be given to those who kindly host you and allow you to express yourself at any cost], of proto-Alpine derivation, insane rickety-racks and clackers, Sicilian jaw harps, toponomastic squeaks and archeopteric chirps, the Good and then young Nicolino gifts posterity with what is, much to the chagrin of sound-integralists and current nauseating/bondy (NO Sandro relationship: this is not a politically correct de-review, otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned him) music-know-it-alls, an incontrovertible proof of the imposing majesty and the sound-forwardness of theArtistA (capitalized A, obviously) in question.

Not to mention the imposing/wheezy Side B. I won't talk about it (of Side C, if it existed, I assure you, I would have elaborated extensively).

O-Maggio (even though it is April) therefore to such a spectacular Miguel who (alas for Him, but especially alas for Us) the following year with a turnaround (I wonder and say, are today's truly athletic para-Politicians of left, center, and right inspired by Him? Who knows) decided to embark on a less courageous (but not for this, unpraiseworthy) Artistic path that we all know well (or not?).

Enne Bi
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