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Rating: Have you ever heard a spring-loaded rabbit cry? I have... and it cried amidst many tum, many ding, and many bong. Tum, ding, bong, the childish noise...
So childish, in fact, that she is called Spirocheta Pergoli, which sounds like the name of a country fairy or a drug that inoculates fantasy. Inoculates? Well, yes, let's say inoculates.
Anyway, our Spirocheta was taking her first steps in the Italian sunset boulevard psycho wave, among pale divas with silver-blue hair and parodic clones of the various Lydon Curtis.
And amid such dark displays, she stood out for her anonymous appearance accompanied by much head. Much head and even more taste...
Ah yes, even more taste...
With those little toy instruments taped together and mischievous joy before the first tape recorder received as a gift.
And those entire afternoons spent manipulating tapes and old radios, to form an exciting array of sounds that ranged from the madly spinning top to the evil music box.
What emerged were thus shrill marches, forgotten fugues of forgotten instruments, very mad bursts at even crazier speeds...
Along with whims for video games and cheeky little voices
All governed by a wicked little spirit (like Skiantos in horror version) telling of the strange Fuzzi Bugsi and the mischievous alarm clock that forces him to a new day
Without taking themselves too seriously and without pretending, not even for a moment, to be shamans...
The end result? A playful/sinister carousel like a spring-loaded rabbit that cries without tears.
Children are not always good.
And it must have been fun to build an electronic drum set with fifteen thousand lire, steal a similar Bontempi from his sister, invent the dowsing rod of crazy sounds, and play with noises and dissonances.
Discovering, thanks in part to the lesson from dad Eno, that it is not always necessary to be musicians to make music...
Yes, it must have been fun... trallalla...
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