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Rating:
If you listen to them, you have little choice: either you remain stunned and motionless, or you laugh and can't stop because these guys are nutcases with a capital N, but they know what they're doing.
If you take a record by Elio e le Storie Tese or similar, you know more or less what to expect, you know you can laugh and that you will still hear something solid from a compositional point of view.
But with Squallor it's a whole different matter, they are synonymous with recklessness, musical anomaly, they have neither head nor tail, yet they have style.
They're not even songs; they are absurd and delirious proclamations or dialogues with a pleasant musical background.
Each of the CD's texts could easily be a snippet of a dialogue between the most delirious and perverse guests of any criminal asylum, one of those where patients climb on a chair and talk to the chandelier.
If you're in the right mood, these guys really make you chuckle, as I said before there's not much to say about their musical style, they are great wordsmiths of the absurd.
It starts with "38 Luglio" where you can listen to the story of an unfortunate electrician and his adventures, including his idea of lying under a truck and saving himself thanks to a crowbar flashlight: his aunt Waller's lucky charm.
Other gems are "Angeli Negri" which mocks Fausto Leali, a strange dialogue between a painter and a black man; also noteworthy are "Torna Pierpaolo", "Abat-Jour", "Terrestri", "Ti ho conosciuto in un clubs" and "Torna a casa mexico" where a commentator has a distorted view of the Mexico '70 world cup and the Italian players who lost it.
In short, a godsend if you have nothing to do and the day is gray, a record of pure comedy and absurdity... nothing else.
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