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Rating: Too far away... I have you in front of me, but you're 6,000 light-years away from me...
Too blind to see beyond the night, dedicated to annihilating even the last remnant of light that was left in me and that you yourself had placed inside me. Too big and too deep to be understood, and you, my beautiful angel, decided to escape before being sucked in by me, a horrendous and gigantic black hole. My immensity oppressed you to the point of making you fly away. The messiah who comes to save those who lie in despair becomes contaminated and is forced to flee to avoid becoming a victim of those he intended to save; a story I've heard so many times that I'm sick of it...
Dark and apocalyptic prophecies, omens that become certainties: the flight of two astronauts from a planet that is now doomed. Their warning is beautifully ignored by a humanity too busy drowning in oceans of materialism and appearances. It pees on good intentions; a humanity so forward, yet so forward, that it is light years behind. The astronauts are not understood and flee before tomorrow arrives, before the city is destroyed.
Too human for other humans...
Max Prod lays the foundation for Polly's poetically decadent rap: from the finest and most playful pop of "notte d'oro" to the baroque pop enriched with "occhi di astronauti" (with the addition of Francesca Amati's singing) and "nuova sarajevo", not to mention the splendid rap ballads (may I use this term?) "la ballata del petrolchimico" and "ti ricorderai di me" (boasting the splendid collaborations of Tesuan and Brain). That's it? Absolutely not! It's impossible not to mention "giorni di 100 ore," a splendid indie rock piece enriched by fantastic scratches, or "sbarre," a piece that is almost ambient. However, the most convincing episodes are provided by the title track and "tachicardie," (extraordinary cyberpunk outbursts) and "spiaggia industriale" (a magnificent beat that stands on a crazy drum machine and a very liquid synth present in the chorus).
Polly, on the other hand, ventures (despite his evident MC limitations) into writing deep lyrics, rich with internal meanings and cultured metaphors. Misunderstanding that becomes sadness and sadness that becomes despair. There's nothing to be done, they will remain anonymous, but it doesn't matter, because when the city is destroyed, they will be far away. The ones doomed here are us...
And to be honest it doesn't really matter, because I myself am a monster capable of corrupting even the sweetest of things. So let hell come to this earth, I am ready. The messiah has fled, the astronauts too; I (we) have nothing left but this taste for destruction. Perfect!!!
"It's nice to see you smile, boy"...
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