Punkreas
Quello che sei

A few weeks ago, a friend of mine mentioned Punkreas. I only knew them by name, but they had never really interested me. The fact is, seizing the opportunity of New Year's Eve, this friend of mine gave me "Quello che sei" by Punkreas, filling my head with the bullshit that every fan tells you about their idols. Without much curiosity, once back home, I placed it in the stereo.

The first song, "American Dream", isn't bad, powerful and energetic, but with a monotonous and predictable text, let's say boring, and clearly leaning left, which doesn't thrill me, mainly because I'm not particularly fond of politics in music. From tracks 1 to 8, there's a void: the songs keep repeating in this punk rock style, something like let's make noise and throw in 3-4 words for teenagers with revolutionary spirits, as boring as they are irritating, the singer wears you out after a while, always the same tone, never a high note or a low phase, just the bassist occasionally gives a hint of a high voice, but nothing. The enthusiasm wanes, "Satanasso", "Un momento migliore", "L'uomo con le branchie", "Prima fila", "Questa è la storia" and "Fratello poliziotto" follow in the utmost boredom, made of typically fried and refried punk riffs and solos, making me yawn and re-yawn. Then comes the best song of the CD, "Bastardi", which I sincerely like very much, a more decided and ironic style, with "Biscardi!" instead of "Bastardi!" in a verse that almost made me smile. The last three are songs neither praiseworthy nor infamous, which you might listen to while smoking a cigarette or doing something else.

In conclusion, to wrap it up: A CD that has the flaw of being damn predictable. Virtually identical lyrics, against multinationals, against the police, against America, and small stuff from those who want to act different just to lure teenagers who think they have figured everything out about politics. The voice is extremely boring, almost soporific, the charisma of a holey sock I dare say. The only nice instrumental part is the bass; it's clear that Paletta, the bassist, knows what he's doing. Unfortunately, it's the only pro of this CD, saved from a humiliating 0 only by "Bastardi." In the end, I find Punkreas a group of failures. Musically they might know what they're doing, but I will undoubtedly refuse any other of their CDs, considering that along with this, I also had to endure a DVD where an obese person explained the marijuana scam when I couldn't care less. Well, goodbye to you all, I'm off to listen to more serious music than these five losers.