Probot
Probot

Let's be honest: it is undeniable that Dave Grohl is a lucky guy. As the obscure drummer of the seminal Scream, it was his destiny to be in the right place at the right time. The right place was named Nirvana, the right time was "Nevermind," and you can bet that no better fate could have fallen into a drummer's sticks.
Then again, it is equally undeniable that Dave Grohl is a talented guy. After all, part of the credit for "Nevermind" cannot be denied to him: do you want to compare the impact of that colossus falling like a boulder on the right-thinking heads of that early decade with "Bleach"? Do you want to deny the perfect and meticulous work on the sounds of the first (two) albums signed Foo Fighters? Or do you somehow want to deny the grandeur of the drum work on "A Song for the Dead" contained in the latest QOTSA effort?

So far so good, I think. But let's be honest: Dave Grohl is kind of getting on people's nerves, come on: he plays everywhere, sings everywhere, produces everywhere, lends drumsticks, guitars, basses, voices, greetings, signatures, farts, and belches everywhere; even a minimal cameo of his can now be heard on a thousand parallel projects, genres, subgenres, extra-genres, and non-genres. He's talented, but the guy is kind of overdoing it, and he's kind of showing the strain, as evidenced by the latest not-so-thrilling works under the Foo Fighters name (in fact, let's be real: Foo Fighters have been surprisingly banal since "The Colour and the Shape").

Now, the present. And the present is a (fantasy) project christened "Probot," a deluge of thrash-metal riffs of extreme power and violence.
Here's what happened: that each of us, deep down, was once a little boy with dreams - and heroes - as a child. Moreover, anyone with talent has an elevated soul, and anyone with an elevated soul retains their dreams, and "Probot" is all of this: a boy who became an adult (and global rock star) now able to turn dreams into reality.
Translation: not only do I get to touch my heroes, but I make them play for me. Grohl's heroes are Max Cavalera (Soulfly), Snake (Voivod), Motorhead frontman Lemmy, Mike Dean of Corrosion of Conformity, Wino of the Obsessed, and a whole series of - somber and pissed off - metal scene figures, but not the conventional, raw but well-defined kind, rather the more gruesome and acidic side, a crazy crossover in which remarkable interpretations of thrash, death, grind, and heavy dances coexist. A forge of violently abused and tortured strings, drumming on the drums like bludgeons and clubs, all strictly the work of the - mad - genius of the former Nirvana member.

Now, if "Probot" had been the debut album of any band, I don't think - apart from the aficionados of the sector - it would have had the fortune to go through many players; the fact of being the emanation of such a star makes it, instead, an object widely overrated, where, in truth, it is nothing more than the demonstration of how the music market is nowadays crazed, without rules and increasingly tied to the trends (and fragile balances) of the moment.

In short: 5 for the wonderful parabola that accompanies every dream that becomes reality and 1 for the reality that unfortunately we have to endure.