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THE REVIEW
A masterpiece. Refinement and irony, boisterousness and lyricism coexist perfectly in this album, the last one before his greatest hits (...).
It doesn't venture much into different genres, but it creates true gems of what can properly be called songwriting. It tells us fabulous, grotesque stories, sometimes hyperbolic, at other times highly poetic, all filtered through a witty and refined personality like few others, an album that does not tire, offering moments of fun and others of contemplation that I would describe as cathartic.
It's him, the brilliant Vinicio, with the demeanor of an old drunken gypsy having fun telling us slightly made-up stories, where nevertheless the caricatured semblances of the characters overflow with human imperfection...
"...ed all'incanto cedo il mio cuor..."
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Vinicio Capossela's album Canzoni a Manovella is praised as a masterpiece blending refinement and irony. The album excels in storytelling with a mix of poetic and grotesque tales. It remains consistent in genre but offers engaging and cathartic moments. Capossela's unique personality shines through, delivering music that never tires and captures human imperfections vividly.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Vinicio Capossela
Italian singer-songwriter and performer, born in 1965 in Hannover, Germany, known for theatrical, eclectic albums and live shows that mix folk, Mediterranean and world influences. Active since the early 1990s.42 Reviews
Other reviews
By UcCaBaRuCcA
It feels like being immersed in an imaginary world, a cross between the Italy of the '50s, a saloon with a piano from an Italian Far West, and Pinocchio’s land of toys.
At first, I didn’t know whether to applaud or detest it... it disorients and arouses distrust but drives those open to it crazy.
By YC
"It is a crank, spinning around and spewing stories, tales, characters, lives, and plots."
"Just press Play, to see in an explosion of air marching souls towards an uneasy destination..."
By asterics
This album, today and perhaps even tomorrow, will always be tied to that old scarce car, rusty here and there.
A tired, fringed carousel that lights up the night too much. Long, long shadows and blind symbols.
