Alienated alien with a clumsy grace; melancholic jester as pure as a lily. Tricarico is a huge oxymoron that burst onto the Italian music scene almost 10 years ago with a piece that was already a poetic manifesto. On a catchy base that all the radio stations played in heavy rotation, Francesco recounted the traumas that that "bitch" of a teacher caused him as a child when she was completely insensitive to his father's death. It was an immediate success, despite a thousand contradictions. Although "Io sono Francesco" was an incredibly sad song, magnificently poetic, that only at the end opens a glimpse of hope, many considered it a nonsensical nursery rhyme. And the problems began....

Too difficult to categorize, unique, surreal, dreamy, for some even nonsensical, with an underlying shyness that made him avoid Festivalbar, TV shows, and interviews, Tricarico was forced to interrupt a promising career for a few years, to the point that many regarded him as a fleeting comet. Then in 2005, the first signs of a comeback; Leonardo Pieraccioni entrusted him with the leading song of his film "Ti amo in tutte le lingue del mondo" (the moving "Solo per te"), a few singles that went practically unnoticed, until 2008, when with "Vita tranquilla" he morally conquers the Sanremo Festival. In the naphthalene-conformist dullness of the Baudian-Democristiano era, a character like Tricarico is like an atomic bomb on San Pietro. His almost terrified silences in response to questions, his off-notes, and a now-famous "vaffanculo" directed at Chiambretti, finally made the general public realize that Francesco is a true artist, fragile, sincere, pure, and that his music cannot be separated from understanding the man.

Year 2009; again Sanremo; it's the turn of "Il bosco delle fragole". It gets eliminated immediately, but it's inevitable; the song is too strange, surreal, and overwhelming ("Sono cane canissimo" had never been heard in Sanremo!); too much of everything, basically, for the untrained ears of the demoscopic jury.... The album - his most mature and complete work - is a rich kaleidoscope of images, stories, and metaphors that speak of love, (more than ever Batistian "Immaginai" and "Tre"), of life ("Punti di vista"), of dreams ("Un mondo fantastico"), but also of suffering, treated, however, with touching candor ("Sole"). Tricarico, therefore, with all his contrasts and complexities, has once again narrated another possible world, and he did it without rhetoric, but rather with innocence (which does not mean naivety).

He once again confirmed himself as a white fly in Italian pop and "Il bosco delle fragole" is ultimately just like him; it doesn't immediately catch the eye and must be sought out carefully. Being very careful not to crush it.

Tracklist and Videos

01   Apparenze (03:57)

02   Il bosco delle fragole (03:26)

03   Immaginai (04:18)

04   Amo (04:09)

05   Un mondo fantastico (04:05)

06   Punti di vista (03:55)

07   Tre (03:46)

08   Luminosa (03:53)

09   Sole (04:17)

10   Marzo (03:36)

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