Pooh
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THE REVIEW

Nooo... psychedelia in Italy??? Wait, wait... but how can it be? And who would these madmen be? Surely, they must be monsters, people praised all over the world, a group with guts... and instead.

To be honest, I never understood why all the shit was thrown with shovelfuls against the Pooh. Boh.

Anyway, here we are in 1976 and there is a buzz in Italy - late, as usual. We haven't reached the Punk revolution yet, obviously, so we look back. Back to when perhaps everyone was a bit happier, because we didn't think about everyday life... to when a three-day gathering was enough to create the greatest social/musical event ever happened (I am the wind and that day I was there)... to when music - and it seems crazy to say it today - could really change the world.

Certainly, the Pooh couldn't care less about changing the world in '76. Maybe they just wanted to change their bank account, who knows. But in the meantime, they thought they could sell by trying to make good music, far from the progressive standards that had crowded previous records.
In short, there's little to say: D'Orazio plays like he is Keith Moon, Facchinetti sings more inspired than ever before, the picks of Canzian and Battaglia... well, they do the rest. There is talk of gypsies, whores, homosexuals, sweet tales evaporating from a cloud of LSD ("Storia di una lacrima"). As you listen, you take flight, you pass over America, the towers of Crete and Rome, you hear the story of a man who maybe is Jesus, but maybe not, because he was just like us.

I don't think I can say much else; those who hate the Pooh might not change their mind with these few lines, but at least try to offer your ears to this handful of songs. "Gitano", "Uno Straniero venuto dal tempo", "Tra la stazione e le stelle" are there, ready to take you to places you didn't even imagine.