I was quite surprised not to see any reviews of "La Testa Indipendente" when searching through all. In fact, I consider this album the best of the T.A.R.M. production. Between humorous punk and light pop, the album flows pleasantly without losing momentum. It starts energetically with "Piccolo Cinema Onirico", a song with an enigmatic and fascinating text, which embodies the above description.

Benvenuti al piccolo cinema onirico
Una balena bianca e un sottomarino nero
Un palazzo d'ossa bianche
Dentro una bambina piange

The song is like a welcome to the entire album, a small dreamlike cinema ever-present reflecting reality: "Un gigante ha gli occhi tondi/ E mi prende per la mano/ Fino al bordo del cratere/ Per vedere la città". Truly captivating, it immediately leaves a mark.

Among the highlights of the album are "Quasi Adatti", a very soft song boasting beautiful lyrics, "La Pianura", an exuberant song enriched by a trumpet, and "Volo Sulla Mia Città", a melancholic song with, indeed, dreamlike atmospheres. Then there's the unsettling "I'm In Love With My Computer", perhaps the highest point of the entire album. The album closes with the long delirium of "Beato", which brings animalistic grunts with the musical accompaniment of the three from Pordenone.

A great album, of good music played with modesty by a band that has always earned respect. Important in Italy, where unfortunately one rarely sees beautiful works of this kind.

Tracklist and Videos

01   Piccolo cinema onirico (04:00)

02   Ogni adolescenza (03:03)

03   Terzo millennio (02:42)

04   Quasi adatti (03:40)

05   Bugie dei morti (03:32)

06   La pianura (02:55)

07   Volo sulla mia città (02:40)

08   La decisione (04:08)

09   I'm in Love With My Computer (04:04)

10   Prova a star con me un altro inverno a Pordenone (03:51)

11   Beat(o) (08:53)

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By POLO

 The 'theatricality' that precedes TARM certainly cannot make their flat and stereotyped pop appealing.

 They are interpreters of a pseudo-escape from reality through a quite sickly sentimental pop because 'the love song is a political act,' right? No, wrong. All wrong.