Paolino Paperino Band
Pislas

Oh yes! Anyone who knows them can't help but crack a smile, right there, at the corner of the mouth. Because they probably remember driving around the countryside roads of Modena, or the lowlands of Mantua (like me), with the usual friend rolling beside them. The reduction of the nightclub to make the filter. And the car radio saying "Discotecaro!/You're such a fool!/ You waste all your money to pay for the entrance!" reading from the poorly recorded tape of a cassette that from a virgin had become Luce Caponegro. Or: "Fuori!/Dagli Stadi e dal gioco/Dall'alto!/Ci osserva il Nemico/Mentre come un branco di salami picchiamo con le mani i poveracci come noi".

And it spoke about us, the Paolino Paperino Band spoke about us. About us who were beginning to understand something about the world, and it made us sick. The majority (and maybe even more!) of the people in our country disgusted us, even without knowing them. They were all "Compagno cittadino!/Cretino!/Ti credi realizzato!/Ma sei stato fregato!", they were all idiots who "Credi che la scheda elettorale/sia come la schedina/e voti col sistema!", all "Discotecari", "Carabinieri", "Vigili", modestly urban, damn vigilant. All in the pot, in the pot! Stir, stir, stir. . . You had it against all of Them, and your weapons to fight were the Tube, the social center (not even that, in my case), and the rejection of Their values, plastic values, like the ABJ T-shirts. As lyrics, at a level of denunciation/ridiculousness, among the best in Italy.

The music? Well, it's punk. Punk-rock, rather. It couldn't be otherwise. Because these guys have nothing to do with music. These are not a pleasure for the ears, they are a pleasure for the heart, they get there, straight as an Alverman. Disbanded for ten years now, always underground, always sincere and humble. Historic. Unforgettable!