Writing a review about Vasco I know I'm going to face a lot of criticism, but I think it's worth sharing my opinion with you.
Here we are in 1985 when the singer-songwriter from Zocca, after an enviable streak by any Italian artist, puts himself to the test again by composing "Cosa Succede in Città".
It starts with a very soft atmosphere with a saxophone solo and a background of guitar and drums, the lyrics are typical Vasco style, stupid and simple rhymes certainly not at the level of those in "Vita Spericolata" or "Siamo Solo Noi," in short, he always goes for simple and catchy rhymes "sai che cosa c'èèè non importa seeee" in short, not the best, throughout the album keyboards are present as a backdrop—after all, it was the '80s. This song is saved only by the very well-structured solos.
Here Vasco launches yet another provocation, the track is "Domani si, Adesso no." At first listen, it might seem about the relationship between the singer and a woman, but upon reflection, it's clear it's about drugs. Perhaps the best track on the album along with "Toffee," faster and more rock with only guitars and drums as a background, the rhymes are also more original.
Then we move on to the title-track, nothing special, and here we reach the highlight, "Toffee," the lyrics well, they keep repeating the name of this woman, to be honest, there are beautiful atmospheres, it evokes a certain sense of tenderness in me, the saxophone solo is something spectacular, chills.
The rest? Nothing to report, below a rating of two and a half, stupid lyrics that provoke neither heat nor cold in me.
In summary, it's a mediocre work not at the level of its predecessors but surely better than the recent "tacky" things done by the now aging singer-songwriter. An album worth saving only for the instrumental parts. 3 stars. From here on, Vasco becomes something "horrible" musically speaking, perhaps lacking inspiration; he has reached success, the wallet is full, and he continues to produce only because of record label obligations, the only gem in a sea of low-value stuff is "Nessun Pericolo per Te" from 1996.
When the masses enter through the door, the genius exits through the window.
The album sounds pleasantly eighties, with drum sounds that existed only then, lots of keyboards, and solos that dared to be different.