8°, S.C.O.T.C.H
Well, this is the biggest surprise from revisiting all of Silvestri's albums: what I considered the most average album of them all, upon re-listening, has turned into a very good album. The reason is quite simple: unlike other Silvestri albums that reach about 60 minutes in length (Acrobati, Il latitante), this one is more enjoyable on a cursory listen through all the tracks. This doesn't make S.C.O.T.C.H an exceptional work, far from it; despite being overall listenable, it still carries over a flaw from the previous work, namely the somewhat forgettable tracks, which are few compared to Il latitante (Cos'è sta storia qua, La chatta, In un'ora soltanto, Lo scotch) but nevertheless comprise a decent part of the album. Another flaw is that even the most successful tracks aren't as outstanding as others; Sig. Dapatas, in its fallibility, had half of its songs that were golden, whereas here it feels more like...incense, or at best myrrh: Sornione is nice but nothing earth-shattering, Fifty fifty is catchy but again, little to be surprised by, Acqua stagnante and Acqua che scorre are two excellent ballads but don't hit as hard as some of our others, Io non mi sento italiano is a nice cover but here the genius belongs to Gaber, even though Silvestri added his touch, Precario è il mondo works but the lyrics aren't as sharp and deep as they should be, and the same goes for Monito(r). What remains of S.C.O.T.C.H, in the end, will be the prologue and the epilogue stripped of any embellishments, just voice and piano (Le navi and Questo paese), the lightly yet so bitterly resigned Ma che discorsi and the fantastic L'appello, a piece featuring the brother of Borsellino seeking clarity on the murder. This album is the opposite of Sig. Dapatas: not all the pieces are precious, but placed within the mechanism of the album, everything flows as it should, and that's enough to consider it a respectable work from the good Silvestri, who leaves with dignity.
The meticulous score: 7
The gem: L'appello
Well, this is the biggest surprise from revisiting all of Silvestri's albums: what I considered the most average album of them all, upon re-listening, has turned into a very good album. The reason is quite simple: unlike other Silvestri albums that reach about 60 minutes in length (Acrobati, Il latitante), this one is more enjoyable on a cursory listen through all the tracks. This doesn't make S.C.O.T.C.H an exceptional work, far from it; despite being overall listenable, it still carries over a flaw from the previous work, namely the somewhat forgettable tracks, which are few compared to Il latitante (Cos'è sta storia qua, La chatta, In un'ora soltanto, Lo scotch) but nevertheless comprise a decent part of the album. Another flaw is that even the most successful tracks aren't as outstanding as others; Sig. Dapatas, in its fallibility, had half of its songs that were golden, whereas here it feels more like...incense, or at best myrrh: Sornione is nice but nothing earth-shattering, Fifty fifty is catchy but again, little to be surprised by, Acqua stagnante and Acqua che scorre are two excellent ballads but don't hit as hard as some of our others, Io non mi sento italiano is a nice cover but here the genius belongs to Gaber, even though Silvestri added his touch, Precario è il mondo works but the lyrics aren't as sharp and deep as they should be, and the same goes for Monito(r). What remains of S.C.O.T.C.H, in the end, will be the prologue and the epilogue stripped of any embellishments, just voice and piano (Le navi and Questo paese), the lightly yet so bitterly resigned Ma che discorsi and the fantastic L'appello, a piece featuring the brother of Borsellino seeking clarity on the murder. This album is the opposite of Sig. Dapatas: not all the pieces are precious, but placed within the mechanism of the album, everything flows as it should, and that's enough to consider it a respectable work from the good Silvestri, who leaves with dignity.
The meticulous score: 7
The gem: L'appello
Martello
18 jun 23
DeRank ™: 15,00
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