Picchio Dal Pozzo
Picchio Dal Pozzo

THE REVIEW

"Once upon a time, there was a knight named Picchio dal Pozzo. This knight lived in a beautiful castle by the sea, on the hill of San Martino, next to a pine forest. With the acoustic guitars of "Merta," the knight awoke and descended to contemplate the sunrise over the sea. As he watched the red sun rise, he saw in the pine forest a mysterious figure humming and playing with a ball:

"La Re Re Fa Fa
Mi Fa Mi Re Do Si La
La Re Re Fa Fa Mi Re

Do Fa Fa La La
Fa La Sol Fa Si Re Do
Do Fa Fa La La Fa Fa"

He picked up a cuttlebone and ventured into the pine forest to find that being. Once inside, he realized that the pine forest was enchanted, filled with hallucinatory synthesizers. In an instrumental hum made of keyboards, guitars, and wild percussion, Picchio dal Pozzo ran in all directions to find an exit from that magical forest, but in vain. Then he calmed down, and the instruments also calmed. He had lost hope when the mysterious figure approached. She had long hair and was short, wearing a doll-like dress. Picchio dal Pozzo was surprised; he didn't think it was a little girl. "Hi," said the little one, "My name is Rusf." "So you're a girl! Hi, I'm Picchio dal Pozzo," said the knight. The girl laughed, and many beasts gathered around them. Rusf repeated:

"... so Rusf is a woman
everywhere Madonna, Madonna
then watch the ball
so far horse horse
mango shreds carrot
fandango Toyota Toyota
Silvan down there in the beast
saves forest forest
woodpecker from the well
boh boh boh"

Suddenly, Picchio dal Pozzo found himself outside the pine forest. It was already sunset, and he realized that something strange had happened and that he needed to embark on a journey to make things clear. He set off and arrived at the Po, where he saw a wonderful hoopoe waking up to the sound of a magnificent flute. The bird's chirping was made of playful winds and keyboards. Picchio dal Pozzo danced to the rhythm of the chirping. The hoopoe found itself disoriented among the Moogs and other instruments. With a playful rhythm, it danced, and Picchio dal Pozzo laughed but understood that the hoopoe was also about to embark on a journey, so he followed her:

"... and the hoopoe slowly woke up
its song was heard
as the sun went away
settled on the river
while in the dark she
flew into the cold of the Po."

Picchio dal Pozzo followed her into the sunset, among wonderful saxophones and choruses he rode westward, where the sun was disappearing. There was a moment of harmony between the two that gave chills. Then each went their way, and our knight rode quickly eastward. He saw the deserted landscapes, felt the cold of Siberia, until the flute led him to China, among piano chords. Tschincinnata was tending to her flowers, swatting away bees coolly.

"The animal has the soul
the hand has no soul."

This was his reflection, among choruses and bells. With melancholic jazz piano chords, Picchio dal Pozzo decides to return home, among sad saxophones and wild keyboards. The return home happened in a magical bubble built by the piano. The choruses remind Picchio dal Pozzo of his adventure. To the East, he sees the sea irradiated by the sun, with seagulls soaring above, to the West the almond trees in bloom and wooden bridges, evoked by oriental guitars. And then Siberia, less cold this time, and the deserts and finally the hill of San Martino, the castle, the sea, and the pine forest. The adventure is now concluded, and Picchio dal Pozzo feels that this adventure has served him, though he does not understand why. He is welcomed with a liquid solo and decides to go down to the beach, to admire this time the sunset. Cradled by the serene flutes and light notes of the piano, Picchio dal Pozzo falls asleep. Off."

You'll understand that if an album makes me live this adventure without the aid of drugs, it is certainly a masterpiece.