It's not that I really feel like it, but my ego needs to be vented, the blood within me must be released to flood the poor innocents.
I thought about this before writing the review, and this must be what Vinicio thought before releasing this wonderful album. A raw, dirty, angry, wicked, and above all, alive album. An album that speaks of Christ and Troy, of faith and jellyfish, of minotaurs and Once Upon a Time in America.
Vinicio is at his best, you can tell from the first track, a frightening, excessive and unruly "Brucia Troia", like the entire album and like Ribot like everything, like the choir that sings Pena dell'anima at the top of its lungs. A theatrical and magical live performance that all my life will make me regret not being part of.