Peppino Di Capri
Champagne

THE REVIEW

Here is the masterpiece. MASTERPIECE. A kick in the butt to all the musical stereotypes of our time, and to all the do-gooders of the '60s, if you want to think of an innovative album, here is Champagne by Peppino Di Capri, to toast to a meeting on a Neapolitan beach in mid-autumn or late spring.

In "Piano Piano Dolce Dolce," the great Peppino at the piano strums 4 notes on a bass line lowered and heavy as a mountain, the Titanic in a glass bottle ready to shatter into a thousand pieces. Our Peppino continues to beat around the bush in "Un Estate Fra Le Dita," where a drum with progressive nuances joins a blues-rock guitar sound with strong marzullian accents, always with the pulsing bass dictating the law and rhythms of a rabid and unbridled punk (as quantifiable as someone who doesn’t even know what a Casio keyboard is). In "Voglia Di Thé," our hero confesses his ever-undisguised propensity for tea; it's good here, it's good there.

A Masterpiece As We Were Saying. Rather than buying this masterpiece, I advise you to attend a live performance of our romantic hero and then urgently visit a toilet equipped with all the possible comforts available on the market, including the seat of a toilet possibly white to the touch and malleable to the smell.