MUSEO ROSENBACH – Zarathustra

Open your heart and ears... this is an album from 1973, a time when a genre of rock was emerging that would become successful in Italy and around the world, a genre that would influence the illustrious - and somewhat overrated - Dream Theater: progressive, whose "canons" – if they can be called that – had been defined a few years earlier by fundamental albums such as "In The Court Of Crimson King" by the great King Crimson, but also – I mention randomly – Banco del Mutuo Soccorso’s "salvadanaio" and the very early works of PFM.

But what makes this album, unknown to most, so beautiful, special, and original? ...a series of circumstances and events of the time that shamefully obscured and censored it: today, it has become a cult object and was rediscovered by some – abroad – only years later. An album with epic, almost Wagnerian tones, where the technical skills of a truly extraordinary drummer (Giancarlo Golzi, future drummer of Matia Bazar) stand out.

The "song" form (verse.chorus.verse.chorus.bridge.chorus) is abolished, keyboards and mellotron are massively present, the 4/4 time signature is abolished, with mostly odd times: these are the fundamental ingredients of an album you absolutely must have if you love the sounds of Banco and Area. Even if the album may seem "old" to some – particularly the singing style, typical of the era and which vaguely resembles that of Demetrio Stratos...

The group has always said to be strongly influenced by Banco del Mutuo Soccorso of the time, that is, from the aforementioned first album and "Darwin": the musical background also includes blues, Hendrix, and The Who.
It is impossible to ignore the content of the lyrics, inspired by Nietzsche’s writings ("Thus Spoke Zarathustra"), where the hermit retreats for years on a mountain to escape the mediocrity and hypocrisy of men, and to reconstruct a new table of values.

There were numerous controversies due to the black cover, the collage with a prominently displayed photo of Mussolini, and the references to Nietzsche. Indeed, in a highly ideologized era like the 1970s, when the vast majority of prog bands were openly left-wing (Area, PFM, Banco del MS...), but to be fair there was – and still is – also a component of "identitarian" rock (Janus), of the far right, Museo Rosenbach was placed in this political area: phrases like "I live the superman" were accused (without just cause) of apologizing for Nazism... those were the years of lead, and the German philosopher was then considered an ideologue of reactionary thought – although it was later proven otherwise. Besides, the group has always declared their detachment from politics (they said the photo of the duce was a "provocation," while other sources claim it was made later without their knowledge…) least of all from the right. The fact is that the museum did not have the opportunity to make themselves known to the general public, even though participation in festivals with big names of the time was nevertheless substantial.

We hope they are rediscovered and reevaluated today...

Line-up:
Alberto Moreno – bass, mellotron
Giancarlo Golzi - drums
Marco Balbo - guitar
Andrea Biancheri - vocals
Marioluca Bariona – keyboard

"Like autumn, the world wants to fade, it offers swords to the sky tramping loyalty". (Degli Uomini)

Tracklist Lyrics and Samples

01   Zarathustra a)L'ultimo Uomo b)Il Re Di Ieri c)Al Di La' Del Bene E Del Male d)Superuomo e)Il Tempo Delle Clessidre (20:49)

02   Degli Uimini (04:04)

03   Della Natura (08:30)

Cade quiete sulla notte, vergine nel proprio manto.
Tace il mondo e in lui rivive l'ansia e la paura che il silenzio con il suo vuoto riaccende, sospetto ed infido nel buio.
Il terrore, gravido com’è di magia fa tornare nella mente il volto della morte.
Vivo invece solo in questa realtà che forte pulsa nella corsa di una stella certa di poter tramontare e in un mare di fontane stanche, nella pace.
Credo e sento: questa è la libertà, un fiume, il vento e questa vita.
Il silenzio è il canto della vera poesia. Un bimbo nasce questa notte: sono io.
I miei occhi sono stanchi, sento ormai che dormirò. L’alba nasce dalla quiete, vergine nel proprio manto, vive e freme già.

04   Dell'eterno Ritorno (06:17)

Strani presagi accendono dubbi mai posti! Lego il mio nome alla vita, alla morte, alla gloria?
Purtroppo è destino che io non riceva alcuna risposta, se credo veramente in me.
Vita mi chiedi se io ti ho servita fedele; di fronte alla morte non ho reclinato mai il capo.
Nemmeno per gloria ho reso sprezzante o altero il mio viso.
Ho chiuso degnamente un giorno.
Ma in questo spazio in cui tramonto un altro giorno rinascerà
e Zarathustra potrà trovare le stesse cose qui.

Ma per quante volte ancora lo stesso sole mi scalderà?
Ma per quante notti ancora la stessa luna io canterò?
Non posso più cercare una via poiché la stessa ricalcherò.
Muoio, senza sperare che poi qualcosa nasca qualcosa cambi.
Ormai il mio futuro è già là, la strada che conoscerò porta dove l’uomo si ferma
e dove regna il Ritorno Eterno.

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