Panico
Scimmie

THE REVIEW

Eight electric tracks with guitars taking center stage and a frenzied sax, this is how Panico presented themselves—dirty and foul-smelling children of an Italy always searching for its own image. And it might be just as explained here (a monographic work focused on the anti-drug law 1989). But I recall it more as a work focused on the daily anxieties of those who, at the dawn of their twenties, realize that the monkeys on their backs are always more than one and come in multiple forms: alcohol, veins full of holes, money, politicians, people who spend their lives rummaging through others' pockets and all those who always have something more terrifying to gift you: God, illusions, and unattainable dreams.

The strong>Panico were tightly connected to various Franti and Kina. Together with them they sang of an Italy they wished was freer or perhaps more simply more rock. Instead, now we see with our own eyes what it has become, others have won... It was 1989 some peoples were tearing down the walls of isolation, others were erecting new ones, higher and more insurmountable. I remember very little from those years and perhaps even less of this LP. Yet, one song stuck to my skin: "14 Aprile", a track with a simple structure that, rather than being dedicated to the suicide of Mayakovsky, draws upon the testament the great poet left us two days before ending it all.

"The incident is closed, do not gossip"... "Do not blame anyone for my death and, please, do not gossip. The deceased couldn't stand it. Mom, sisters, comrades, forgive me: this is not a solution (I don't recommend it to anyone), but I have no way out. Lili, love me. In my drawer are two thousand rubles: pay the taxes. As they say, the incident is closed. The boat of love has shattered against everyday life. Between life and me, the accounts are balanced. It’s useless to list the pains, woes, and mutual grievances. Enjoy your stay.".

And before falling asleep, I too repeat "Be happy".