Perigeo
Genealogia

Starting from the assumption of having nothing to do, no studying required since tomorrow we're going to the theater without even knowing what for, not wanting to lift my butt off the armchair that will accompany me for the rest of the evening, there's nothing left but to de-review an album that apparently no one has bothered to consider.

I'm talking about an album by Perigeo, "Genealogia". It is an album that was classified as prog by critics, given that during that period (the '70s if you haven't figured it out yet) Peter Gabriel and Robert Fripp were printed on banknotes, but in my humble opinion, it is more identifiable with the label jazz-rock. But I don't give a Jazz about this (and anyway, I also call them prog, specifying that they are jazz, it's just that the word prog pleases me too much).

It opens strongly with the title-track, where I seem to hear a hint of medieval (what a nice alliteration I made! and there's another one here!) folk melodies. "Polaris" struck me for its great frenzy, as did "(In) Vino Veritas", which is even more frantic (guys, I didn't want to quote Metallica but I couldn't make a repetition, and I only had the word frantic in mind). "Torre Del Lago" in the end is perhaps the most progressive thing of the entire album. "Via Beato Angelico" reminds me a bit of Goblin's Aquaman (track two of "Roller") and a bit of Santana's guitar when he didn’t feel like unleashing in wild jam sessions. Indeed, the flavor is very fusion; and I like that. In the final part, I mention "Old Vienna", which seems to have been written by the Miles Davis of "Bitches Brew". The album in de-question closes with the call of the guitarist, "Sidney's Call", a 5-minute track, with ethnic music up to halfway and then the usual jazz cooled by softmascian synths, followed by a drum solo that will make you bleed if you're a drummer (quoting Cannibal Corpse).

Heads up, douchebags, stay away from this review. Thanks.