Total decay. Often when we eat good food, once consumed it turns into shit. This is exactly the case with this artist: someone who used to sing songs like "El Diablo, Maudit, Fata Morgana" and so on, has ended up making banal, commercial, and disgusting music!
Granted, he had already declined since "Infinito" (from which he took on a eunuch's voice), but it is as a solo artist that he has truly hit rock bottom! Without the contribution of Ghigo Renzulli, he ends up making a disgusting album like "Nè buoni nè cattivi," where the weight of the latter's absence is strongly felt. I stop at this album because everything he will produce afterward will also be shit. Let's analyze this album track by track, excluding "Taksim Blues," which is perhaps the only piece that is saved (and which, moreover, is not even sung). It starts with "Io ci sarò," the classic pop track to be sent to the radio to earn a bit more. In short, banal. Failed at the first try. It goes from bad to worse with "Toro Loco," a song with purely banal lyrics and insipid and commercial music. Then it really descends into the abyss... "Fuori di qui", "Aquilone", "Nè buoni nè cattivi", songs of pure banality, insipid lyrics that have nothing to do with those old songs of pure rock, aggressive, hard, and polemical. "Buongiorno mattina" is a pop track in the style of Laura Pausini, Eros Ramazzotti, and many other successful names who produce solely to enrich themselves (and then can't do anything else). I stop here because for the rest, the earlier argument holds, excluding "Bomba Boomerang" which is perhaps the only successful track of the album, characterized by true rock, but ruined by an insipid text.
Piero has now fallen into commercialism, and if he has to make albums like this, he might as well retire. This album sucks!
The album is entirely written, composed, and produced by the good Piero, who here delights us... dabbling in various genres like never before done in Litfiba!
"Homo Europeus" is a blast starting with the lyrics, an explicit accusation against the European man and his strange habits; to be listened to at full volume.