Non Voglio Che Clara
Non Voglio Che Clara

I confess it: I am weak.

Despite having listened to their debut album, "Hotel Tivoli," which, apart from a nice clean sound and a couple of interesting ideas, was dreadfully boring; despite that if I had half an hour left to live, I would spend it listening to that album because it would seem to last an eternity; despite having promised myself, essentially, that I wouldn't be fooled by all the positive reviews I read here and there among trendy bloggers and webzines; despite having promised myself not to try and redeem myself at all costs by saying to those who, when I said, "Malavita by Baustelle is beautiful," and they looked at me as if I was a fool because I discovered Baustelle only now that they started their commercial decline with the major labels, and not during the gloriously indie times of their first two albums: "and do you know Non Voglio Che Clara?"; despite being fed up with everyone who says, "I only listen to indie music"; despite all of it, I am weak.

I got myself the new "masterpiece album" by Non Voglio Che Clara, which is called Non Voglio Che Clara, and, needless to say: a nice clean sound, a couple of interesting ideas, dreadfully boring.