Vasco Rossi
Vasco tracks 2: Inediti e rarità

Here today we open up, we admit everything, we free ourselves a bit.

Yes, I am the one who innocently started to love music thanks to him.

Yes, I am one of those who has seen 7 of his stadium concerts.

Yes, I am one of those stubborn people who believed that beyond him there was nothing else.

Yes, I am one of those convinced that Vasco was a poet.

And it’s still me... Disappointed... Who has finally understood how much he is little different from a thrifty sports merchandise dealer.

I can’t help but laugh when I read the title of this album: Vasco tracks 2 unreleased and rarities.

But I say, what was the need? 3 monstrous unreleased tracks, one of which is the cousin of Radiohead's Creep, the other two are black scribbles that somewhat mimic the '80s era in an electronic key (and hooray for savings) maybe they didn’t even take the time to play any instruments... Perhaps they used Guitar Pro new edition, not to mention the lyrics that contain the same originality as the "thoughts" for homework that teacher Delia left me in first grade.

And to say that I liked him... and a lot, honestly if I think of "Fegato fegato spappolato" and "Alibi" a bit of sadness hits me. Deep down that Vasco which is now definitely dead, only lives on through some old song.

Now what a shame, they talk about rarities by extracting tracks from old albums or DVDs already published or circulating online for some time. Perhaps the only decent track is "Amico Fragile" by Faber, excellently interpreted in my opinion, because let's be clear, I still like his voice and I actually prefer it today than yesterday.

Moreover, tracks like "Io perderò" or "Le cose che non dici" I consider the only positive things of the dead Vasco.

"Un ragazzo di strada" by Corvi how the heck can it be defined as "rarity" if he performed it the other day on the first of May.

Even "Il tempo di morire" by Battisti can be listened to well, it seems to fit perfectly for his vocal cords... But what imagination... What a drag with that motorcycle with 10hp... Enough is enough.

In short, a mixed salad of unpublished black scribbles and well-known rarities around Christmas.

Furthermore, following one of his interviews I realized a strong instinct for self-celebration in Berlusconi style, like "Honestly I don't understand how I managed to write such beautiful lyrics, it's clear that I'm really a genius... I'm the Mozart of the 20th century".

But now enough, the time has come not to be fooled anymore... My dear Vasco, the game is over in the Clako house.

"I'm on Spessotto's side" Goodbye...