1.Gothic Line
Twenty-five years ago, today. This album was born, disturbed and powerful, gritty and sacred. A rock album but also intimate, but above all an album where politics and spirituality merge, in an engaging manifesto of life and rebellion. I don’t think it’s blasphemy to place this album among the milestones of Italian music, alongside imposing records like La voce del padrone and Anima latina; in fact, it is even deserved. A journey between Europe and one's own conscience, which begins in the library of Sarajevo, now ravaged by flames, by the dark blazes that kill the wisdom of humanity. What follows is an inevitable disorientation, where man can no longer distinguish his unconscious from a parasite and where he lives curled up like an animal waiting to die. But there is a divine light, described by the great master Battiato, that can give us a moment of comfort, despite the daily crumbling of global chaos and the arrival of the apocalyptic blue dawn. And it is in Alba that the battle is being fought, confronting the enemies behind the Gothic Line. In certain cases, one must be the master of oneself and choose a side. Despite this, taking a side proves difficult: there is an attempt at revolt against the religion that has dominated the world for millennia, shedding blood as well, but the temptations are cast in a sickly light that turns even the basest riches into nightmares. Luckily, there is Tancredi, the spirit of an untamed horse who does not lead us where we already were, leaving us on Sunday, the day before death when we must dress in silk and purity. Thus ends the journey, despite every strenuous decision or opposing vow, I find myself embarrassed, surprised, hurt by an angry feeling of decline of which I do not know how to speak or ask questions.
Punctual rating: 10 with honors
The gem: Irata