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There is something profoundly ethical and at the same time romantic and poetic in the return of Mauro Ermanno Giovanardi. In an era of verbal bulimia, algorithmic acceleration and digital saturation, his “And then choose the words carefully” stands as an act of lyrical resistance.
It's not just a title it's an edict. Giovanardi abandons the velvets of chamber pop to immerse himself in an electronic asceticism that allows nothing for ornamentation, preferring the cold blade of a synthesizer to the reassuring resonance of an orchestra.
The architecture of the album, forged with the complicity of Leziero Rescigno and the sonic precision of Lele Battista, is an operation of dismantling the canon.
We are far from the sweetened drifts of contemporary electropop: here the machine serves the voice, enhancing its baritone timbre, transforming it into the pivot of a retro new wave gear. It is a sound that smells of wet asphalt and Berlin nights, or of the Manchester of the past where the trio's minimalism becomes the manifesto of a new sound aesthetic.
The work is a collective organism, a coterie of illustrious pens (from Bianconi to Colapesce, up to the historic partnership with Cremonesi) who have refined the concept to the point of making it transparent. It is the practical application of Calvino's “thoughtful lightness”: an existentialism that does not drown in the maelström of discomfort, but observes it with the detached elegance of someone who has crossed time.
The labor of genesis, expanded by the pandemic parenthesis and the definitive farewell from La Crus with “Protect Me From What I Want“, acted like a natural sieve. What remained was the essential: a textual pulp that does not allow synonyms.
Giovanardi signs his most political work here, in the highest sense of the term: the right to precision. In a musical panorama that is satisfied with algorithms and easy rhymes, he chooses the arduous path of discipline, words and formal sacrifice.
It is not a record for those seeking comfort, but for those who demand truth. It is an eclipse of the superfluous that shines with a livid and necessary light.
TO LISTEN NOW
Darkness in the skin – Love Judas – To sing louder – Shopenhauer is right
TO BE SKIPPED IMMEDIATELY
47 minutes of top class music
