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Rating: I don't think introductions are necessary. He was the voice and perhaps the image of Skid Row and those two Great Albums (I remember only the most famous ones) whose titles are not even worth mentioning.
On the 18th of this month, at the Live Club in Trezzo sull'Adda (MI), the concert took place for the presentation (after two years) of his solo work "Angel Down". At around 11:00 PM, the blond Rocker started the show (my dances resembled more like convulsions) with the Aerosmith cover "Back in the Saddle" included in his latest CD, and then immediately stirred the spirits with the powerful "Slave to the Grind".
The songs performed were 17, clearly and wisely blended between personal/recent tracks and Classics of the past, of that past so difficult and useless to overlook, which saw him as the frontman of the aforementioned Skid Row.
The show lasted about an hour and a half, every minute sprinkled with a million drops of sweat and everlasting emotions in seeing and especially hearing, performed live, those masterpieces that have so often been in my ears. Memorable was the rendition of "18&life", a generational anthem sung, of course, by the entire audience.
His voice is still something phenomenal, even if accompanied by background singers (one of whom is none other than the guitarist and co-producer of the album Johnny Chromatic), and the energy is that of someone who still has a lot to say in the hard rock Heavy metal scene. The show is interspersed only with his saying "Italia, Ti Amo" (me too, Baz!) countless times, with a brief break including a "prank" (he pretended to leave, wishing everyone a damn merry Christmas) that precedes the emotional performance of "I Remember You" and the grand finale with the powerful "Youth Gone Wild".
Now.
I could bore you infinitely with everything I could say about what I witnessed, talk about the objective difficulties in reaching the concert venue, amidst that whirlwind of snow, I could even bore you by narrating the wait, what I felt having the tickets in hand a long time before the event and the excitement that inevitably followed, but it's probably too personal and not very relevant to the review. So I conclude without even rating the concert, because for me it's too reductive to give 5 stars to someone who has two and they are made of steel. To a voice that spans from the eighties to today, reporting so few inaccuracies. And to the one who opened the doors to the world of the musical genre that I love the most.
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