Vasco Rossi
Liberi Liberi

The most commonly used obsolete term is: "it's become commercial!"... WHAT A DISGUST! You cannot imagine how deeply I hate this expression; it's a crude and unfounded statement... anachronistic and relatively colorless like water in a sink: it diminishes -in a certain sense- the worn-out, overapproved truth of the total abandonment by an artist -or so-called- of the "art" (or so-called) to which they are dedicated, sacrificed... or whatever the heck you say!... to open the way towards horizons of glory, of obscene if not absolute sine-arte vocatio, of fat bundles and piles of money!

Vascone has never been a Lord of Music: he invented nothing, he never renewed a thing... and never managed to elevate himself beyond... not beyond some "scattered"-but now dispersed- decent arrangements that, who knows!.. perhaps unwittingly! despite everything, had something to say: the pleasant, offbeat tune of "I Want to Be a Soldier" class of 1979, the scrappy but all in all fun antifamily anthem of "Yesterday I Slaughtered My Son," 1981, the beautiful melody and heartfelt words dedicated to the homeland... so hated and so loved in "La Noia" back in 1982; but these are just fleeting scraps of a wasted youth, of a musical youth not yet completely sacrificed to the altar of St. Baiocco's torments: this is it, Rossi had just a barely passable five-year career as a very amateur (sub-special) songwriter (whoever calls him a rocker is a whiff of disgusting sulfur, a vile and rogue!), from 1978 to 1982.. STOP!!!

"Liberi, liberi" of 1989 is a disarming misadventure in the darker grooves of lowly ambition: the cover speaks to us of a fake paunchy old man, dealing with premature old age and disillusionment from senility; a more serious and "understanding" Vasco makes himself more understandable (oh really?!..) to the good Italian GGGguy, the Italians feel the fiery need for Our Rossi's belching groans, of an endless series of mumblings in "eeehhhh!!" style between a note and a pause, of a desert of nothingness between non-music and easy-learning slogans for even the 107-year-old grandfather of the rocky surroundings of Pizzo Calabro... the grandpa is obviously more avant-garde.. and this needs to be clear, eh?!?

The title track is an unbearable ballad, mortally pretentious, with a very catchy chorus, with some wind instruments that -at the beginning- try to shamelessly mask the absolute mediocrity of the piece, "Ormai è tardi".. and yes!.. it’s too late to save the ear from a tympanic hernia, "Muoviti!" a sordid piece of megapseudazzo-rock that plays its total ignominy with its catchy phrases... yuck! "Vivere senza te", with its absurd high school rock pretensions can cause an irreparable cincipiglione from exhaustion, the same goes for the constipated "Stasera" that perfectly permeates the foul-smelling storm of vaschite with endless series of screams and air regurgitations by Our Guy who, as an ambitious and wise man of life and smoky artichokes, continues not to be ashamed! "Domenica Lunatica" is the second famous piece by the KKkomandante within the free free laurel wreath: a simple vasco-like cheap shot, with the usual acceptable chorus and some cautious guitar strumming to cover leaks, "Tango della Gelosia", acoustic tango... the acoustic guitar of the unfortunate (in a good way) Maurizio Solieri who, if he had looked a little higher than the floor of Zocca, from the brain-damaged cowboy shoes of his big shot... it is not said he couldn't have gone beyond, further from the boozy stench of the classic Italian song, of the sugary & filoncino Sanremo tune, here only... brazenly covered by base vanity of the sixteenth league that did nothing but increase its buffoonery and involuntary ridiculousness. "Dillo alla Luna" certainly doesn't lift from the dark ashes the gloomy appendix of "Liberi Liberi".

Remember that Vasculo is happy, joyful as a fountain in a field of hollyhocks; and he will continue to be... at peace with Music and Artists: and we can only sprinkle a good bit of virtual shitty matric about him... AT LEAST THIS!... "Liberi Liberi" perfect fertilizer for the fields.

Tzè!