Offlaga Disco Pax
Socialismo Tascabile

I know it has already been reviewed. But now this album, for various reasons, has gotten into my blood. I know it by heart, all of it, or almost. In the end, only music has this power to get into our heads without pushing because it has the telepass, and it doesn't wait in line at the tollbooths. But it pays the toll too. So let's double-check how much was paid. In this case, very little. It entered our heads as quickly as it will exit. But perhaps we already had that sensation even at the time of its first entries. Those strange stories, but not too much; that innovative music, but not too much; that Sunday pie that is so good when you keep it a bit in the fridge, but better eaten just warm.

I know a person who eats lemon sugar cubes by the spoonful out of nervousness, that stuff, citrosodil or whateverit'scalled. I know another person who lost their sense of taste from smoking too many cigarettes. And I know another who left houses and churches, gentle noises, and faint traces (perhaps on the doormats of my landings). I lack the competence-desire to investigate sound and its quality, others will speak-have spoken of this. I want to talk about the commercial phenomenon. This is a CD that is COMMERCE. It is based on the basic principles of marketing:

1. finding a target audience
2. being appealing even to a range of people close to this target (or even, as in the case of this CD, creating one from scratch)
3. creating (or exploiting, if necessary) a collective imaginary (the visual cultural fetishes of communism) and an intimate symbolic imaginary of the group (the tatranky wafer, the toblerone, the puppet, the record store of Cavriago)
4. naturally, creating some decent music too
5. whether intentional or not, but it has all the "hallmarks," ensuring a dispute between 2 musical complexes arises (and I won’t add more, the launching pad for your curiosity will be satisfied by the text of Tono metallico standard, master Google overflows)

The target audience it addresses manifests as: social center goers in hoodies and peace flags, amicists, and peace-lovers; disillusioned thirty-something to forty-something freelancers; every type of teenager who must follow a fashion to not be excluded from the rest of society. The target created by the CD is supplemented by excesses from every faction and political choice, age or sexual inclination that they believe is cited in the songs. The main merit of this CD is having created a timeless bubble, a cosmic black hole to dive into without risking molecular disintegration, yet remaining quite distressed by how time can be an alternate phase and life a memory so heavy it cannot be broken by future time, but rather becomes the victim of a scornful path where music can entwine and create new dimensions.

But listen to the CD, eh!